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(To: @MaisonDeMonroe, my Wayne.)
Lanterns dotted the firmament, illuminating the dim landscape. Mages abducted wild creatures and abandoned them with nocturnal beasts in deserted cottages. Swarms of wanderers ransacked the latarans where the sacrifices were hidden, accusing each one of them of being the villainous fiend who had wiped out the entire populace of sacred creatures in this realm. The mage chuckled behind the rotting banyan tree. Uttering “𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢‌ 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘮,” the mage dissolved all the wanderers and sacrifices into a mystical elixir within the cauldron.

Spooky salutations, Dacapo. 🎃

In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @EXILEROLE and @AmphitriteCosmic.

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe

In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.

Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @CasaSolmare.

Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.

Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe