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Forwarded from Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: Hjërt.
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Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we say—yet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.
Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we say—yet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Not a scheme of sinister. I, (your name, @) veiled by your sacred offering. Letter my call under (your muse, year) and may the Angels not forbid my plea.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(15th.) : 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 @TheWilkins, @teezelt, @TheHartwell, @HeartSteallar, @ZeroEights, @GhostOfMorthen and @Roesjad 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
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(15th.) : 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 @TheWilkins, @teezelt, @TheHartwell, @HeartSteallar, @ZeroEights, @GhostOfMorthen and @Roesjad 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
Forwarded from TWIENBON.
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& “.. 𖣂 : ”E$C∆PE ?¿ ( *
“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.🔪
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& “.. 𖣂 : ”
“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.
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Expect the unexpected, sachis. Don't mind me, Gritner's Yeonjun taking some place here to show off my dancing skills to all of you. It's better late than never to join this trend so be humble alright? Anyway, y'all heard the lyrics, lezz be besties 👀🕶
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Forwarded from THE ODYSSEANS: Scions of Unseen Fate.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @THEODYSSEANS
THE FIRST ODYSSEY ✷ NOW BEGIN
The Odysseans is a space for Eom Seonghyeon portrayers who want a calm and steady place to connect without unnecessary noise or pressure. This space is built on consistency, not attention.
There’s no need to stand out or prove anything here. Everyone moves at their own pace, stays focused on the character, and keeps things simple and grounded.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOPEN MEMBER / THE CALL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤRECEIVE YOUR PROPHECY!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ © THE ODYSSEANS
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @THEODYSSEANS
THE FIRST ODYSSEY ✷ NOW BEGIN
The Odysseans is a space for Eom Seonghyeon portrayers who want a calm and steady place to connect without unnecessary noise or pressure. This space is built on consistency, not attention.
There’s no need to stand out or prove anything here. Everyone moves at their own pace, stays focused on the character, and keeps things simple and grounded.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOPEN MEMBER / THE CALL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤRECEIVE YOUR PROPHECY!
If you portray Seonghyeon and prefer a low-profile environment where growth happens quietly and naturally, this space is open for you. No hype, no comparison, just a place to stay focused and keep moving forward.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ © THE ODYSSEANS
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Forwarded from WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
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ㅤㅤ𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙈𝙉𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙐𝙏𝙃:
ㅤㅤGOLD EYED, TEETH BARED,
ㅤㅤAN ODDLY SANCTIFIED SOUL,
ㅤㅤ(#HowlOfWyrmharrow) 𖦏
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ /
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEngraved herein, the sacred
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤantecedent, under the tect
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmeadow. Hark their strident
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhowl and the virile adhesion
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤingrained in their hale blood.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤ𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙈𝙉𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙐𝙏𝙃:
ㅤㅤGOLD EYED, TEETH BARED,
ㅤㅤAN ODDLY SANCTIFIED SOUL,
ㅤㅤ(#HowlOfWyrmharrow) 𖦏
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ /
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEngraved herein, the sacred
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤantecedent, under the tect
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmeadow. Hark their strident
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhowl and the virile adhesion
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤingrained in their hale blood.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(ETERNAL TWILIGHT.) 🪝ㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(16th.) : 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 @Woncrest, @TheMorseviic, @HouseOfEtherhail, @LittleJeans, @Rocheveil, @PoshMagz and @Heeliarch 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
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(16th.) : 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 @Woncrest, @TheMorseviic, @HouseOfEtherhail, @LittleJeans, @Rocheveil, @PoshMagz and @Heeliarch 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
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