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THE GATE UNBARRED IN SILENT REVERIE, / ❄️ REVEALING THE SEPULCHRAL CORRIDORS OF THE MOONLIT DESCENT. ✶

Should a soul be enamoured with the sepulchral hush of snow and the sanctified murmur of hearth... Should spirit find rapture in kinship interlaced with reverie and repose... Step forth, kindred shade! ✉️

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Within the hush of perpetual frost did the threshold of the frost yawn in solemn majesty, lineage enwreathed in glacial covenant stood adorned in ancestral vow. Ordinances lay preserved in sanctum, writ upon crystalline tablets, guarded by concord unyielding.

❊ CROWN OF SNOWLIGHT (1998 — 2001)
❊ MISTLETIDE VEIN (2002 — 2004)
❊ HOLLYBORNE KINDRED (2005 — 2007)

Beneath sigils endured remembrance, tolling in psalms through frost-lit cloisters and snowborne hearths. The taken roll lay enshrined within alcove, a ledger of souls bound in Mistlesoir covenant, whilst petitions lay entrusted unto chamber of selection. Ember of descent burned in silent chronicle, crystalline drift bore testament unto kinship everlasting.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Glacierborne,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ @Mistlesoir. 🌲

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(9th.)  :  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 @blissette and
@SerenityOfEnami 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

Tebak ending? Ya! Eunchae bobo diluar

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(10th.)  :  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 @TheGeldart, @StringOfScarvaine, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheHeike, and @DeCrowther 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