Mythrelle calls read the whisper

abinka osaze read the whisper

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(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @TheDrysdale, @SunbIaze, @TheShellford, @TheMorseviic, @Woncrest, and @HouseOfEtherhail steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ“1440 MINUTES OF LOVE”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe savour of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove floweret
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤblossoming in yard ( . .🌸 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ🌹 💗 ♥️

       🪽.. Saintly colourless wings move up and down, a single flutter of millions of fondness they are bound to hand over.
              Arrows they set loose were uncommon arrows, nevertheless arrows of love.
              Cupids were supported by the unsecured, they were set free to release their arrows on February 17—18th 🏹

💌——A day (17 FEBRUARY FOR GAMES & 18 FEBRUARY FOR LOVE LETTERS) when hearts throb in unison, celebrating not just love but the warmth of companionship.

ㅤ🪽♥️ (LOVE LETTERS & TWB)’

come together as a bridge for silent confessions and shared emotions love—letters written in whispers, carried through the wind of anonymity. Every—confession, a delicate petal drifting in the air. Every—twibbon, a mark of belonging in this grand celebration of love. <3

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(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @TeensItzy, @Wonrouss, @TheHansley, @Larousee, @TheVaughns, @ENCESTRAL, @RockstarTaesan, @TheHalton, @Sethlore, @TheGalstein, @Glacieralf, @thehimmefiern, @CasaOfStubbin, @MONSVITY, and @TheAusteense steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ