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(Help Forward.) Dearest Gentle Reader,
In a manor, much like those you may have seen in Seretti, our family gathers for quiet traditions. The clinking of utensils, soft laughter, and peaceful silences weave a bond that transcends mere blood. These are the moments we’ll cherish for years to come. In those quiet times, we speak of the future: the new faces we hope to welcome into the circle we’ve carefully built. With this sense of hope and belonging, we extend an invitation to you. We seek new members—those born between 1995 and 2009, who long for a wholesome family.

We, wanderers at heart,
searching through time—
wait for your
coming. ⏳

Yours truly,
@CasaSeretti.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(11th.)  :  Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?

It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheScalden, @Solvreith, @TheRoscoes and @LesMortemire who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.

Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(12th.)  :  Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?

It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @altefiore, @PromiseSeason, @Eeljes, @HusvomMeiers, @LoreOfLourette, @TheDominguez and @HallOfVeldorin, who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.

Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht