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The elongated, hushed corridors, were the mute witnesses to a myriad of narratives that had ebbed 𖬺 flowed. Along their walls, copper keys hung tethered to their respective cells, each one concealing a transient cosmos for its wayfaring tenants. ⎯ׄ⎯ 18./…
The elongated, hushed corridors, were the mute witnesses to a myriad of narratives that had ebbed 𖬺 flowed. Along their walls, copper keys hung tethered to their respective cells, each one concealing a transient cosmos for its wayfaring tenants. ⎯ׄ⎯ 18./…
Happy 4.6ks, jangan lupa isi mensive ya wainells
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Forwarded from Crucible of Chords: The Reedwart Famille.
Reedwart had a few guests over, as Yeonjun invited them for a sleepover. During the night, we had a great time playing games together. Though, Lorwaine’s Wooyoung was too tired after work but still joined in for a few rounds. After hours of fun, Roscoe’s Yihyun dozed off first (a deep sleeper, for sure), followed by Soigne’s San, who ended up taking Reedwart's Yeonjun’s bed while Yeonjun crashed on the couch.
Wilkins’ Tzuyu wanted to sleep but couldn't since she had to take care of her dog that she insisted on bringing. Later on, Liesbon’s Chaoyue got hungry and cooked for everyone, with Cathect’s Juyeon helping out (or at least trying to). The smell of food, and Chaoyue’s loud “Dinner’s ready!” woke us all up. We ended the night with laughter and late-night chats, staying up late than expected.
Wilkins’ Tzuyu wanted to sleep but couldn't since she had to take care of her dog that she insisted on bringing. Later on, Liesbon’s Chaoyue got hungry and cooked for everyone, with Cathect’s Juyeon helping out (or at least trying to). The smell of food, and Chaoyue’s loud “Dinner’s ready!” woke us all up. We ended the night with laughter and late-night chats, staying up late than expected.
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hype sirkel uncle aunty (jompo) ini wainells
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GLORIOUS PILGRIMAGE ONCE A LUNAR BEHOLD LEGACY CAROUSED. ✷ 07 APRIL
Aureate passe-partout of suite bequeathed, felicitations wreathing shrouded lore beyond anteroom's doors. The echoes of fete within aisles, a commemorate of sojourners: @lamavievine @reisshousehold @TheVelthrone @Sarchner @FlameOfIgnarev @Mistlesoir @IILLUV @GeislerVoyager @TheSchmidts
Penned on slate was laudatory for legatees, across the ballroom as chandelier lit and festivity ensues. Fleeting moments sail past memoirs in a blink of eyes, and through vestibule the tread left traces. Applaud the stand of creation in your revered anniversary. Passage of time regards your coup against conundrum beyond your ken. Rise through forevermore with certainty.
Thus, the Keeper of Golden Passkey,
@TheLorwaine, sincerely. 🕰️
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GLORIOUS PILGRIMAGE ONCE A LUNAR BEHOLD LEGACY CAROUSED. ✷ 07 APRIL
Aureate passe-partout of suite bequeathed, felicitations wreathing shrouded lore beyond anteroom's doors. The echoes of fete within aisles, a commemorate of sojourners: @lamavievine @reisshousehold @TheVelthrone @Sarchner @FlameOfIgnarev @Mistlesoir @IILLUV @GeislerVoyager @TheSchmidts
Penned on slate was laudatory for legatees, across the ballroom as chandelier lit and festivity ensues. Fleeting moments sail past memoirs in a blink of eyes, and through vestibule the tread left traces. Applaud the stand of creation in your revered anniversary. Passage of time regards your coup against conundrum beyond your ken. Rise through forevermore with certainty.
Thus, the Keeper of Golden Passkey,
@TheLorwaine, sincerely. 🕰️
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Forwarded from [DISBAND] Ostendl's Enduring Dawn: A Tale Of Resilience.
They didn’t really have a reason to go hiking—just Ostendl’s Anton sudden idea, and Lorwaine’s Sungchan followed him like always. At first, Ostendl’s Anton was full of energy, walking ahead and talking nonstop. But halfway through, he stopped with a dramatic sigh. “I’m really tired…”
“You insisted on this, sayang,” Lorwaine’s Sungchan smiled. “I know, Mas. Carry me?” Ostendl’s Anton giggled. Sungchan sighed but crouched anyway. “You planned this.” Anton laughed, climbing onto his back and stealing a quick kiss. “That’s your payment.”
When they reached the small pavilion overlooking the river and skyline, Sungchan put him down gently. Anton didn’t step away. He stayed close, almost leaning into him. As the sun began to set, Anton pointed at the sky. “Look, it’s pretty.” Sungchan looked at him instead. “Yeah. It is.”
They stood there, close enough for their shoulders to brush. “Thanks for coming with me, sayangku,” Anton murmured. Sungchan’s voice was soft, certain. “I’d go anywhere if you asked, my little dove.” Then, kiss Anton’s forehead.
“You insisted on this, sayang,” Lorwaine’s Sungchan smiled. “I know, Mas. Carry me?” Ostendl’s Anton giggled. Sungchan sighed but crouched anyway. “You planned this.” Anton laughed, climbing onto his back and stealing a quick kiss. “That’s your payment.”
When they reached the small pavilion overlooking the river and skyline, Sungchan put him down gently. Anton didn’t step away. He stayed close, almost leaning into him. As the sun began to set, Anton pointed at the sky. “Look, it’s pretty.” Sungchan looked at him instead. “Yeah. It is.”
They stood there, close enough for their shoulders to brush. “Thanks for coming with me, sayangku,” Anton murmured. Sungchan’s voice was soft, certain. “I’d go anywhere if you asked, my little dove.” Then, kiss Anton’s forehead.
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