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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

                                                                   
       Capricious, 1-05.. Gates Unlocked
       E.G. “Proper State.” The Assemble
       (XI: ENCOUNTER YOUR FACTION.)

   “SAINT──I.” .. | ’& [Call Up.]

Forget shared last names or family trees. The Wilkins built our connection on something deeper: shared commitment to one another. Thereabout, most important relationships in our lives are often the ones we actively mulch, and that those bonds can be incredibly strong, particularly when societal norms try to dictate how we should connect. Sometimes the world tries to squeeze us into molds, tell us who we’re supposed to be. While extending our reach to those splintered from aforementioned alliance, we’re seeking for new family members with this faction and specifically seeking Mother Figure only for parents necessitates role.

ㅤ✼ ABNEGATION FOR
PARENTS: 1990-1994 
ㅤ✼ DAUNTLESS FOR
AUNCLES: 1995-1999 
ㅤ✼ ERUDITE FOR
ELDEST: 2000-2003
    ✼ CANDOR FOR
MIDDLE: 2004-2006 
ㅤ✼ AMITY FOR
YOUNGEST: 2007-2010

Afore, we encourage you to thoroughly research our backgrounds and taken list before reaching out. This will help you determine if our values and approach align with your own. Therefore, should you accept our invitation to join The Wilkins, please indicate your confirmation by ringback @TheWilkinsBot alongwith form provided below:

Wilkins, attend! Drawn hither by the auspices of (Your Muse + Line Muse), and bearing the cognomen (Your Username), I present myself, longing to be selected into your kinship as the (Mother/Uncle/Son/Daughter). Gratitude be thine!

State By @TheWilkins
ㅤ Forenoon Attendance.
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