This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from Sörguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
ㅤㅤ
(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of mother (1985–1995), uncles and aunts (1990–1997), and siblings (older: 1998–2002; younger: 2007–2011).
To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
ㅤㅤ
(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of mother (1985–1995), uncles and aunts (1990–1997), and siblings (older: 1998–2002; younger: 2007–2011).
Droplets flowed a stream of serenity that encouraged the gallantry to become a member of the hamlet leaf. I, (name, muse, and line), gave myself up to reveal that I was the branch that had been sought.To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
ㅤㅤ
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from Sanguine Heir of the : Noctis Rubrum.
⠀
(𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘜𝘙) / Ring—Ring! They Would’ve Been Called Figli Perduti: Or They Might Not? 🕸️🦇
Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....
Page of Grief: Unfortunately—hiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. “We're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!” They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared.
Hand your form to @NoctruumBot You’ve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
⠀
(𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘜𝘙) / Ring—Ring! They Would’ve Been Called Figli Perduti: Or They Might Not? 🕸️🦇
Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....
Page of Grief: Unfortunately—hiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. “We're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!” They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared.
Greetings, Noctrum! I am called (NAME), registered under the number (ID). The face I wear, borrowed or chosen, is known to some as (Park Jongseong/Shim Jaeyun/Park Sunghoon). I offer this as record, in hopes it reaches those who still remember what we are. VERITAS ANTE TIMOREM!
Hand your form to @NoctruumBot You’ve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
⠀
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
ㅤㅤ
(RIPPED, BEATEN, BUT NEVER SILENCED—THE ONES WHO TURN RUINS INTO REVOLUTIONS.)
✮ … ‘Perfection is overrated. The best things come with scars, with stories, with proof that they’ve been through something and still remain. Sweetness clings to the cracks, but it’s the grit that makes it last. This isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about standing your ground when everything else tries to push you over. Doors don’t close on the ones who break through them.
This isn’t just a tribute, this is proof. Proof that real things don’t break, that those who push forward leave something behind that can’t be erased. Palaces may fall, but those who stand tall? They never do.
SIGNED IN RESISTANCE & REBELLION, @THEGRITNER.
ㅤㅤ
(RIPPED, BEATEN, BUT NEVER SILENCED—THE ONES WHO TURN RUINS INTO REVOLUTIONS.)
✮ … ‘Perfection is overrated. The best things come with scars, with stories, with proof that they’ve been through something and still remain. Sweetness clings to the cracks, but it’s the grit that makes it last. This isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about standing your ground when everything else tries to push you over. Doors don’t close on the ones who break through them.
“THIS IS FOR THE ONES WHO CARVE THEIR OWN PATH: @Ectura @SheIsMathilde @Creevella @TheSaltreign @TheAescendants, and @TeenBuds”
This isn’t just a tribute, this is proof. Proof that real things don’t break, that those who push forward leave something behind that can’t be erased. Palaces may fall, but those who stand tall? They never do.
SIGNED IN RESISTANCE & REBELLION, @THEGRITNER.
ㅤㅤ
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Orange-brown hair suits me perfectly, don’t you think, Gritnoise?
1❤🔥6🤯4❤3🔥2🆒2☃1😍1🏆1👻1😎1👾1
The Violent Side of Rock; The Gritner.
Orange-brown hair suits me perfectly, don’t you think, Gritnoise?
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
do you libeu alone? put your sfs wording in my aiphone 16 promakseu at @gritnersfsbot
Gritsss, drop @ fguy/paguy kalian dong, Yeonjun mau mampir bentar hehe
The Violent Side of Rock; The Gritner.
Gritsss, drop @ fguy/paguy kalian dong, Yeonjun mau mampir bentar hehe
A whisper message to anyone.
Anyone can read it!
Drop yang banyak
Anyone can read it!
Drop yang banyak
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM