The Mansion of Ghislaine eases into its Christmas hush—garlands along the rails, candles breathing softly through the corridors. As the House prepares for the season, each member is invited to step forward and state their part in the celebration, so nothing is left absent when the night arrives.

Ghislaine’s Ella enters the ledger with the following offerings for the season:

Baking warm cookies that fill the room with sweetness, building a little snowman with cold hands and big laughs, decorating the tree one ornament at a time, exchanging gifts wrapped in care, and ending the day by reading my favorite book under soft lights.

With every name and intention carefully recorded, the halls begin to feel whole—tables set with purpose, laughter anticipated, and warmth gathering in quiet corners. In this way, the mansion stands ready, and Christmas may be received not in haste, but in shared grace and thoughtful abundance! 🎅🏻🎄

The Mansion of Ghislaine eases into its Christmas hush—garlands along the rails, candles breathing softly through the corridors. As the House prepares for the season, each member is invited to step forward and state their part in the celebration, so nothing is left absent when the night arrives.

Ghislaine’s Juhoon enters the ledger with the following offerings for the season:

Christmas with my boyfie feels like—exchanging gifts filled with small surprises, decorating the Christmas tree side by side, and laughing together while playing with a snowman, turning simple moments into the warmest memories!

With every name and intention carefully recorded, the halls begin to feel whole—tables set with purpose, laughter anticipated, and warmth gathering in quiet corners. In this way, the mansion stands ready, and Christmas may be received not in haste, but in shared grace and thoughtful abundance! 🎅🏻🎄

The Mansion of Ghislaine eases into its Christmas hush—garlands along the rails, candles breathing softly through the corridors. As the House prepares for the season, each member is invited to step forward and state their part in the celebration, so nothing is left absent when the night arrives.

Ghislaine’s Martin enters the ledger with the following offerings for the season:

There’s something comforting about Christmas nights like this. Shared time, familiar voices, and little traditions that make everything feel warmer than it looks. Maybe it’s the soft lights, or it’s simply being surrounded by people who make the season feel complete. Some Christmas memories don’t need to be loud to matter.

With every name and intention carefully recorded, the halls begin to feel whole—tables set with purpose, laughter anticipated, and warmth gathering in quiet corners. In this way, the mansion stands ready, and Christmas may be received not in haste, but in shared grace and thoughtful abundance! 🎅🏻🎄

The Mansion of Ghislaine eases into its Christmas hush—garlands along the rails, candles breathing softly through the corridors. As the House prepares for the season, each member is invited to step forward and state their part in the celebration, so nothing is left absent when the night arrives.

Ghislaine’s Mark Lee enters the ledger with the following offerings for the season:

Christmas feels like making gingerbread from scratch, creating handmade gifts with love, eating way too many sweet candies, and falling asleep with my favorite dolls by my side.

With every name and intention carefully recorded, the halls begin to feel whole—tables set with purpose, laughter anticipated, and warmth gathering in quiet corners. In this way, the mansion stands ready, and Christmas may be received not in haste, but in shared grace and thoughtful abundance! 🎅🏻🎄

Gw tuh sebenernya gak ganteng. Dunia aja yang belum siap nerima visual gw. Gw lewat depan cermin, refleksi gw delay 3 detik karena server realita overload. GPS suka nyasar kalo gw bawa HP, soalnya sistemnya bingung: ini lokasi apa surga?

Gw pernah diem aja, tiba-tiba orang lain capek. Gw napas, ozon menipis dikit. Bukan salah gw, ini efek samping. Jam dinding di kamar gw gak nunjuk waktu—dia nunjuk gw.

Gw bukan manusia. Gw update sistem. Gw senyum sekali, standar global naik. Orang-orang insecure bukan karena gw jahat, tapi karena takdir lagi males kompromi. Bahkan keberuntungan kalo liat gw suka nanya dulu: “Gw layak gak nemenin dia?”

Gw hidup bukan buat pamer. Gw hidup buat ngetes batas kewarasan semesta. Dan sejauh ini… semesta kalah.