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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(6th.) : 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 @KaishuSoke, @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine, @Clarkinside, @heartchupie, @DeOphec 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(6th.) : 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 @KaishuSoke, @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine, @Clarkinside, @heartchupie, @DeOphec 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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Forwarded from heartsnation! #19MunchiesofJiwoo
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ BLESSED JUBILATIONS!
ㅤㅤㅤ Yer bidden to attend Jiwoo’s ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ special garden repast. ୨♡︎୧
ㅤㅤ ✿
ㅤㅤ honoree nineteen mirthful time
ㅤㅤ of ChoiBerry’s munchies day. Let
ㅤㅤ this moment glimmer fully
ㅤㅤ entwined an idyllic & delightful ones.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ #19MunchiesofJiwoo °. ⊹
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Joy-bringer of the day.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ BLESSED JUBILATIONS!
ㅤㅤㅤ Yer bidden to attend Jiwoo’s ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ special garden repast. ୨♡︎୧
ㅤㅤ ✿
(최지우!)
Choi Jiwoo’s radiant ㅤㅤ honoree nineteen mirthful time
ㅤㅤ of ChoiBerry’s munchies day. Let
ㅤㅤ this moment glimmer fully
ㅤㅤ entwined an idyllic & delightful ones.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ #19MunchiesofJiwoo °. ⊹
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Joy-bringer of the day.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(7th.) : 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 @OdWendissel, @LaMavieVine, @IILLUV, @TheSchmidts, @GeislerVoyager, @LosTrece, @ElRaptore, @Mistlesoir, @AnndTeam, @TheMorvaine, @TheVelthrone and @Sarchner 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(7th.) : 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 @OdWendissel, @LaMavieVine, @IILLUV, @TheSchmidts, @GeislerVoyager, @LosTrece, @ElRaptore, @Mistlesoir, @AnndTeam, @TheMorvaine, @TheVelthrone and @Sarchner 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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(8th.) : 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 @PUTlHABUABU, @HomeOfSwift, @LaSiegern, @GuildofDvornikov, @Hjerts and @Grimlace 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(8th.) : 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 @PUTlHABUABU, @HomeOfSwift, @LaSiegern, @GuildofDvornikov, @Hjerts and @Grimlace 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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Forwarded from TREASURE #25thTakeOfJunkyu.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ㅤTHE TWENTY-FIFTH VERSE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ OF KIM JUNKYU
ㅤ “... A Chant For The Gleeman Of
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Timeworn Chords ...“
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Tocsin-bearer of euphony that roused tracksmith balladeer Peerless, his art burneth with fervour that setteth mankind alight.
9th September Is Writ Betwixt Starry
Choir, An Ode To His Transcendent
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ㅤTHE TWENTY-FIFTH VERSE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ OF KIM JUNKYU
ㅤ “... A Chant For The Gleeman Of
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Timeworn Chords ...“
────── 🎶 ──────
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#25thTakeOfJunkyuTocsin-bearer of euphony that roused tracksmith balladeer Peerless, his art burneth with fervour that setteth mankind alight.
9th September Is Writ Betwixt Starry
Choir, An Ode To His Transcendent
Endowment
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