The First Orchard Gate Of Cherrilanes:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A Gathering Beneath the Cherry Sun 🍒

The scent of ripe cherries carried by dawn’s breath, the soil humming secrets of old summers. (‘&.) Somewhere beyond the misted valley, a gate of wood and blush petals creaks open — bidding thee welcome home.

This is not merely a tale of harvest and laughter, but of kinship — how hearts, like vines, intertwine and bear fruit through time. Come, traveler, take thy basket and join the orchard folk; let warmth return to thy hands once more.

ㅤㅤ🌸 ELDER GARDENERS
         ️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️(OLDER FIGURE)
         • Parents Figure (1985–1995)
         • Aunty and Uncle (1996–1999)

ㅤㅤ🍒 YOUNG SAPLINGS
          (CHILDREN FIGURE)
        • Eldest Line (2000–2003)
        • Middlest Line (2004–2006)
        • Youngest Line (2007–2011)

With all my heart, I, (your username), vow to honor the heart of Cherrilane Heritage.
With (your muse) as my chosen form, born in the year (your line), I offer my soul, my words, and my quiet loyalty to the home that lives through grace, art, and everlasting warmth.

When twilight falls and the orchard glows, send the message to @cherrilaneebot and see who already tends the trees on the sweet taken list. The fields await thee, lantern in hand, laughter in heart — let the cherry gates open once more.

ㅤㅤ   Petals Inked By, @cherrilane. 🍒

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐞'𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐦'𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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