THE LICHTHEIM: Voices Left Behind.
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Scream, voices, empty &. everything feels like a golden haze. 🥩░░•. ঌ.. The place that never gives us a path. (..👁🔪)

Dreamshelf: @Lichtheims, @LichtheimRobot, @LichtSFSRobot.

Shall remains to see you soon. ♥️。.:
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) 🌫️🏚️

Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @teezelt, @TheWilkins, @CorwellWorld, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.

EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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maybe i'm just too pretty to be handled, right lichies? 😆
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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD

In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.

ㅤPREEMINENTS FATHER (1980 - 1990)

ㅤUNCLE ‘& AUNT LUMINARY (1993 - 1999)

ㅤYOUNGEST CHARM (2006 - 2009)



ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED
OUR TAKEN LIST

I, (Name), hereby step into the woven bloodline of (Father / Aunt / Uncle / Siblings), under the sigil and first scribed in (Muse and Line Muse). Let this stand as quiet testament that intuition walks before inheritance, and the chosen form reflects clarity and quiet resolve.


@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
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@Myldemoor.
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