today Eldraeth’s Sungchan, Gaeul, Arno, Anxin, Stella, Sarang, and Kya went to the sunday market to stock up on household essentials for the month ahead. as expected, the trip was a little chaotic, with everyone getting distracted, adding random things to the cart, and somehow making our shopping list longer than it was supposed to be, but that only made it more fun. we spent the day laughing, wandering around the market, and enjoying each other’s company, making it one of those simple family moments we’ll always remember. despite all the chaos, everything went smoothly in the end, and we managed to bring home everything we needed. a huge thank you to our best brother Sungchan for generously paying for all of today’s shopping for the entire eldraeth family. yippieee! 🛒💗

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        ㅤׄ   ⃨⏜᷼  💮    ◨◧    ׄ    ִ         （  강여상  ）
        tenderly grieving upon the creed
            devoting essence to a man stood up
            right   afore   the   mirror    𓏼݄۠ 🪽   ۫

      ╭┅┅┅┅┄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈   ◛  ₊ 
      ┃        pupils   wide   open   on       ׁ𝆹𝅥 ⃞۪ ׁ▒
      ┃  a dreary noontide when   ᵢᵢ   ⁺ ➊➎𝚝𝚑
      ┃  the rays of sun begins   ﹉  𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴  ଂ

          𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌
                  𓎟𓎟ㅤㅤ🗝   ֺྀི ⠘‌‌ ⠘ׁ
                    #YeosangDivineHour
          𝗦𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬    💧🩹   ..   awaiting for
                     ambivalent    /    things  

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ Between the fading horizon and lights ⌝
ㅤㅤ starting to turn /. “DO YOUR DANCE”
ㅤㅤ weaving together fragments of time
ㅤ into a journey
ㅤㅤ that's timeless with the seasons
ㅤㅤ ⌞ #RIIZEGoDance ㅤ ☆‌.  [ 15/06. ]

               ㅤ       ㅤㅤ . . .

Some are created from those
who choose to walk  ·. 🚉➕

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HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?

No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.

A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.

Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:

(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)

Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:

Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (…), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.

The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.