Forwarded from Dancing Sorority: Soeur-Land. ^᪲᪲᪲
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ִֶָ 𓂃♡₊˚ 🦢 Splendor made the plainchant coerced in the dungeon of the twelve-royal princesses’ chambers echo from edge to edge. Towards the end, the dungeon wasn’t solely an odd wherebouts it was a sanctuary. A hermitage that they dilapidated as a quarters, a quarters juxtaposed to the magnificent staunch grand ballroom they lived in. Dwimmer just came, fate harkened to the disquietude and concocted a lustrous future by giving them such an elegant ballroom.
ㅤㅤWARMTH, COMPOSURE, AND
ㅤㅤLIGHT-SYMBOLIZE THE
ㅤㅤCOURAGE. ⬪
Love of these girls who have grown up through peaks and valleys. Scarcely ever a spell of doldrums anathema them, the sound of their shoes’ treads builds its own momentous omen. Though it was not as aesthetically appealing as it is now. 𓆩 ✉️ ࣪ ˖ A secret pavilion open to those born from 2000 to 2010 and only for ladies since this is based on a sisterhood family, they’re graciously summoned to loiter in the banquet of who is the royal princess who has the gorgeous of dance that shall dispel the sacrilege in this grand ballroom. // Jump on the bandwagon, by clacketing into this latitude: https://t.me/+zRrTa0MPLLdjYzU1. Adumbrate inhabitance of the royal princess who has a bewitching, memorable dance and has the deepest meaning in all movements of her feet and hands in rhythm with the tune.
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ִֶָ 𓂃♡₊˚ 🦢 Splendor made the plainchant coerced in the dungeon of the twelve-royal princesses’ chambers echo from edge to edge. Towards the end, the dungeon wasn’t solely an odd wherebouts it was a sanctuary. A hermitage that they dilapidated as a quarters, a quarters juxtaposed to the magnificent staunch grand ballroom they lived in. Dwimmer just came, fate harkened to the disquietude and concocted a lustrous future by giving them such an elegant ballroom.
ㅤㅤWARMTH, COMPOSURE, AND
ㅤㅤLIGHT-SYMBOLIZE THE
ㅤㅤCOURAGE. ⬪
Love of these girls who have grown up through peaks and valleys. Scarcely ever a spell of doldrums anathema them, the sound of their shoes’ treads builds its own momentous omen. Though it was not as aesthetically appealing as it is now. 𓆩 ✉️ ࣪ ˖ A secret pavilion open to those born from 2000 to 2010 and only for ladies since this is based on a sisterhood family, they’re graciously summoned to loiter in the banquet of who is the royal princess who has the gorgeous of dance that shall dispel the sacrilege in this grand ballroom. // Jump on the bandwagon, by clacketing into this latitude: https://t.me/+zRrTa0MPLLdjYzU1. Adumbrate inhabitance of the royal princess who has a bewitching, memorable dance and has the deepest meaning in all movements of her feet and hands in rhythm with the tune.
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um hi selamat malam arthes, aku tadi ke vending machine tapi minumanku gak keluar kenapa yah...????? #gaknyolong #bondol_jpg #makasihjiwoohowarth
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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 @TheMordis, @TheDrysdale, @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
Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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1 2 3 kayu manis, aku lebih manis, setuju gak kalian artheees? 🙂↔️🩷
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Channel name was changed to «The Howarth: Butterfly's Nebulae Heir.»
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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
(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
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ㅤㅤㅤ🎶 A CALL FROM THE PAST 🎶ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The stage lights dimmed, the last note hung in the air — and then, silence. They vanished, six souls lost in the echoes of time.
But now… there’s a sound. A faint melody drifting through static, calling out to those who still remember the beat. @OldenVeil is reaching out — and they need you to help find the way back.
We’re looking for those— BoyNextDoor {Myung Jaehyun, Sungho, Riwoo, Taesan, Leehan, Woonhak} rp-ers who feel the music, those who hear the rhythm in their hearts. It’s time to follow the forgotten tune and uncover the story that was never finished, With Taken List
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎸 Join the search. Find the sound. Bring them home.
The journey starts here @OldenVeilBot
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The stage lights dimmed, the last note hung in the air — and then, silence. They vanished, six souls lost in the echoes of time.
But now… there’s a sound. A faint melody drifting through static, calling out to those who still remember the beat. @OldenVeil is reaching out — and they need you to help find the way back.
We’re looking for those— BoyNextDoor {Myung Jaehyun, Sungho, Riwoo, Taesan, Leehan, Woonhak} rp-ers who feel the music, those who hear the rhythm in their hearts. It’s time to follow the forgotten tune and uncover the story that was never finished, With Taken List
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎸 Join the search. Find the sound. Bring them home.
The journey starts here @OldenVeilBot
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🎸 FIND THE LOST RHYTHM, JOIN THE REBELLION! 🎶When the echoes of the past collide with the present, I ready to bring the band back together. With (name, muse, Username), As one of Members, I vow to search for the way home, to reignite the fire we once had, and to play the music the world forgot.
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Forwarded from Eldraeth: Ebon Swan’s Eternal Manor.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Hearken!” ── To The Call of The Eldraeth
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🪶 (&.) .. An Invitation To
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Our Enchanted Abode
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ . . . . . ╰──╮
ㅤ ★ ㅤO wayfarers of the night! Lend thine ears to our whispered entreaty! Within the hallowed embrace of the grove of the Eldraeth, a sanctuary of shadows and murmured secrets doth await thy cherished presence. Herein lies a realm where twilight waltzes with dreams, and the gentle rustle of leaves doth serenade the heart, calling forth all who seek solace in its mystique.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✵ PARENTS FIGURE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧☾ 1990 — 1994
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✵ UNCLE & AUNT FIGURE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧☾ 1994 — 1999
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✵ CHILDRENS FIGURE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧☾ 2000 — 2010
Join us beneath the velvety expanse of starlit skies, where the night holds tales of old, and where every flicker of light doth dance upon the canvas of darkness. Ere dost enter into our dwelling, 'tis meet to peruse the “taken list” first, that no semblance of likeness may arise among our kin.
Come forth, brave souls and embrace this invitation @TheEldraethbot to wander deeper into the embrace of the Eldraeth.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Hearken!” ── To The Call of The Eldraeth
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🪶 (&.) .. An Invitation To
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Our Enchanted Abode
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ . . . . . ╰──╮
ㅤ ★ ㅤO wayfarers of the night! Lend thine ears to our whispered entreaty! Within the hallowed embrace of the grove of the Eldraeth, a sanctuary of shadows and murmured secrets doth await thy cherished presence. Herein lies a realm where twilight waltzes with dreams, and the gentle rustle of leaves doth serenade the heart, calling forth all who seek solace in its mystique.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✵ PARENTS FIGURE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧☾ 1990 — 1994
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✵ UNCLE & AUNT FIGURE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧☾ 1994 — 1999
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✵ CHILDRENS FIGURE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧☾ 2000 — 2010
Join us beneath the velvety expanse of starlit skies, where the night holds tales of old, and where every flicker of light doth dance upon the canvas of darkness. Ere dost enter into our dwelling, 'tis meet to peruse the “taken list” first, that no semblance of likeness may arise among our kin.
• • • Greetings, Eldraeth. I arrive as a shadowed figure "muse + line + name + username" seeking to embody the role of the parent/uncle & aunty/ childrens. May my words pierce the tranquil veil of your lake, and may you find in me a presence that mirrors the depths of dusk. Awaiting your reply, I stand poised to descend into the obsidian waters of your world and uncover the secrets woven within your ethereal, yet darkly harmonious, family. much obliged, hope you have a great day.
Come forth, brave souls and embrace this invitation @TheEldraethbot to wander deeper into the embrace of the Eldraeth.