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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @DeCrowther @Callogy @DeBlancFamilie @Kiiivory @TheEnverious & @StringOfScarvaine. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @DeCrowther @Callogy @DeBlancFamilie @Kiiivory @TheEnverious & @StringOfScarvaine. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
Forwarded from House Of Dewmourne: Dance of the Lost Faeries
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ💮 (HANDS RISE TREMBLING IN THE DIM LIGHT)
ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
ㅤㅤloading… dewmourne.document.exe. 🪽
Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
ㅤㅤloading… dewmourne.document.exe. 🪽
Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
Hail, fair Dewmourne! Warmest greetings I dost send unto thee. Herewith cometh I, seeking to be numbered amongst thy kin as (Uncle, Aunty, Oldest, Middle, Youngest). Pray, permit me to make mine introduction, I am (Name + ID), who doth bear the visage of (Muse), born upon the line of (Line). I await thine answer to mine coming, and do give thee thanks for thy gracious heed.
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @Solvreith, @TheScalden & @Clyborne. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @Solvreith, @TheScalden & @Clyborne. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.