What’s good, Gritnoise? I disappeared because I think I need to breathe in peace, and watch the world blur through glass. This is the kind of night where everything feels like a scene from a dream. Did a lot, said little. That’s how today went. Now I’m here, letting the night do the talking. Can you guess where am I?

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ㅤ ㅤ SEEKING FOR HEIRLOOM: @EIRLST
ㅤ ㅤ NEXT ROUND OF LEGACIES [..] 📰🔍

Hereabout, our bloodline’s brume in obsidian pawns and bone boards, where gambits weren’t taught but inherited like old-world scripture in veins. The patriarch whispering checkmates beneath predecessor breath as topmost chess player. Timepiece reiterates covenant, enfilade once again. Our family’s dynastic board hungers for new figure, heir to claim and govern the rivalry. Step forward, potential prelate for foreshadower inside covert conclusions, as we looking for:

ㅤㅤ𐂗 AUNTY & UNCLE: Bishop (1996-1999)
ㅤㅤ𐂗 THE OLDEST: Knight (2000-2003)
ㅤㅤ𐂗 THE MIDDLES: Rook (2004-2005)
ㅤㅤ𐂗 THE YOUNGEST: Pawn (2006-2009)

[CLAVICLE BORN | CHEST PLEDGE.] Before ingress, we entreat you towards diaphragmatic consideration of our TAKEN LIST.

Mark this position, O’ tacticians. I step into the ROLE with MUSE + USERNAME at the heart steady. Breath sure, ready to carry out the strategy and step forward as the rightful heir in the next tournament.

So, you’ll know if your direction aligns with ours. Tournament commences anew defending lineage awaits successor, submit form through @EirIstBot.
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happy weekend, Noise! hope your day’s been kind to you so far, and it only gets better from here. <3

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
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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