Forwarded from Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, We send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Warmth of Mother’s Embrace. (1980–1990)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Uncles. (1993–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Childrens. (2000–2010)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt, Edurne Familie.
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Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Sunday, the 13th of July, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, We send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Warmth of Mother’s Embrace. (1980–1990)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Uncles. (1993–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Childrens. (2000–2010)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow. Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt, Edurne Familie.
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Forwarded from Nightvale: The haunted, blood-filled Mansion.
NIGHTVALE IS NEVER EMPTY &,
The mansion stands alive with shadows and whisper.
The gates groan open.
The vanished are called home:
Whisper once to @NightvaleBot. Check the list etched in cracked mirrors before entering.
SAY YOUR NAME!
The house breathes.
The Ravens watch.
The feast waits. 🕸️🕯️
The mansion stands alive with shadows and whisper.
The gates groan open.
The vanished are called home:
The Patriarch & Matron (90•95)
The Eldritch Kin (96•99)
The Whispering Ancestors (00•02)
The Lurking Shadows (03•04)
The Forgotten Echoes (05•07)
Whisper once to @NightvaleBot. Check the list etched in cracked mirrors before entering.
SAY YOUR NAME!
I am (NAME), once (MUSE NAME), born (YEAR).
Now (@USERNAME).
Returned as your (LINE).
I remember the silence. I remember home.The house breathes.
The Ravens watch.
The feast waits. 🕸️🕯️
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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.
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Our shadows across the hallway, @TheAescendants & @TeenBuds. 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.
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💈🪬.. 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.
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Our shadows across the hallway, @TheAescendants & @TeenBuds. 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.
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💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
Tonight, Leclair's Heeseung and Edenearth's Jungwon battle over the last spicy chicken skewer while Geisler's Yeji backflips into Gritner's Ryujin's impromptu dance challenge. Nearby, Etherhail's Jun keeps teleporting street food into people's bags as Calsearth's Haum hacks a digital billboard to display embarrassing childhood photos, except Chronicles's Dawit who remains mysteriously unphotographed :). Diaz's Wonyoung convinces half the group they're filming a drama, while Schouvert's Gaeul and Chronicles' Seeun steal everyone's shoes.
Leclair's Sunghoon gets trapped in a cursed photobooth with Chyson's Jeongwoo as Chronicles' Karina documents the chaos. Eyre's Woochan freestyles eerily accurate predictions while Runeshard's Sarang wins every arcade game without trying. Geisler's Dohoon builds a jacket throne as Edenearth's Megan calculates the statistical improbability of this night just before Chronicles' Seunghan accidentally summons a rain of glow sticks from another dimension. And the other side, Chronicles’ Minju and Chronicles’ Rei suddenly pull out their phones, back-to-back, launching into a spontaneous TikTok battle.
Tonight is our own little universe. Where every laugh, every glance, and every impossible moment becomes a memory we'll keep forever.
Leclair's Sunghoon gets trapped in a cursed photobooth with Chyson's Jeongwoo as Chronicles' Karina documents the chaos. Eyre's Woochan freestyles eerily accurate predictions while Runeshard's Sarang wins every arcade game without trying. Geisler's Dohoon builds a jacket throne as Edenearth's Megan calculates the statistical improbability of this night just before Chronicles' Seunghan accidentally summons a rain of glow sticks from another dimension. And the other side, Chronicles’ Minju and Chronicles’ Rei suddenly pull out their phones, back-to-back, launching into a spontaneous TikTok battle.
Tonight is our own little universe. Where every laugh, every glance, and every impossible moment becomes a memory we'll keep forever.
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Forwarded from Echo—Burns Behind Rebellion, The Deadlock. 🗝
FREEDOM IS THE FIRE THAT BURNS THE CHAINS.
ঌ / They whispered that the storm would die down. But none prepared for how long the silence would linger. In a city bruised by unseen shackles, the air thickened with edicts and hollow promises. Freedom,no longer a right, was reduced to a myth cloaked in regulation.
Every flicker of defiance was hunted, every voice tuned out in the static of enforced peace. But something still pulsed—beneath concrete and static, beneath the obedient hush, a breath held back by generations.
This isn’t a revolt, but an emergence. The flame was never dead—merely veiled. And now, it wants to speak with #BurnTheSilence. 💥
ঌ / They whispered that the storm would die down. But none prepared for how long the silence would linger. In a city bruised by unseen shackles, the air thickened with edicts and hollow promises. Freedom,
Every flicker of defiance was hunted, every voice tuned out in the static of enforced peace. But something still pulsed—beneath concrete and static, beneath the obedient hush, a breath held back by generations.
This isn’t a revolt, but an emergence. The flame was never dead—merely veiled. And now, it wants to speak with #BurnTheSilence. 💥