(13 December 2025) ... THE SANDS SHIFT,
AND HISTORY FOLLOWS.
CALDUNE CALLS FOR ALLIANCE.

☼ Amid the shifting gold of Arrakis, the Gates of Caldune open not as an invitation, but as a decree of honor from an empire reborn. The Imperium now seeks sovereign alliances of resolve, legacy, and loyalty strong enough to endure the desert’s fiercest breath.

Our kin gather across generations, each era carrying its own strength beneath the same banner:

▸𖤐 The Ancients of the Dune 1980—1994
▸𖤐 The Desert Wardens 1995—1999
▸𖤐 The First Ascent 2000—2003
▸𖤐 The Shifting Sands 2004—2006
▸𖤐 The New Horizon 2007—2010

Those who answer this call step into an unfolding era, a new chapter of Caldune’s awakening. Behold the noble Houses who stand with us, whose loyalty shapes our throne and whose strength fortifies our dominion. “Before securing your place, witness the allied Houses of Caldune here.”

Submit your declaration through the sanctioned @Caldunebot and let your intent be known:

By the divine grace of the celestial order, I, (full name and @.username), guided by the visage and essence of (muse name), born beneath the sovereign cycle of (year of birth), cross the burning sands of Arrakis in pursuit of concord and noble purpose.

Advance only with unwavering purpose. The empire opens its gates only to those who walk with loyalty, integrity, and an unshaken will.

The desert listens.
Every step forward leaves a mark,
every vow carries weight.
If your resolve is steady,
@Caldune will answer.

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ㅤㅤ    GASHING THE WHOLE COUNTRY
ㅤCLATTERING REDDEN LASSO   ••   ────   ˙✤
ㅤㅤ      SLAY  OR  NEVER   ;  (WANTED & DO)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ︶︶꒷꒦  🫒
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ‹  #FELIZZBornToSlay  ›
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ .. 2025.12.16 ..

ㅤㅤ Deserted   &   silent   field   it   suddenly
ㅤ      became crowded after the arrival of an
ㅤㅤㅤㅤassemble of ladies on horseback.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ⑉ ⑉ ⑉ ⑉ ⑉ ⑉ ⑉
ㅤBunch of rodeos surround you all  over  the
ㅤtown  with  their  heels  tapping.  They  said,
ㅤ“We are ready to slay.” even with barehands.
ㅤA rope floats to catch  right  on  your  heart.

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‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍BLEACHED LUSTRE, ✶ ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍WINTERBOUND TWILIGHT.

A rustle slips beneath the masque, perches comes to abide upon hearts, / discern / genesis / home and haven.

✷ Herein subsists a jovial festive obscured in masquerade, we convene chosen kindred: a menage manor founded upon sapience, tutelary allegiance, and lineal equipoise. Apiece presence therein attain freighted season-bound.


❊ CROWN OF SNOWLIGHT (1998 — 2001)
❊ MISTLETIDE VEIN (2002 — 2005)
❊ HOLLYBORNE KINDRED (2006 — 2009)


ㅤ(The Midwinter Ball: Masquerade
ㅤSeason.) ✉️ For the chosen umbrae
ㅤmay endure within sphere: the clan
ㅤpickled, roles demarcated, and
ㅤborderline latticed. Veils shall
ㅤwithstand in picket-vigil, luminance
ㅤwill recede, and the house shall
ㅤunbar the doors.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Glacierborne,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ @Mistlesoir. 🌲


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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
       (THERE IS A KIND OF SILENCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ THAT ONLY AUTUMN KNOW.) 🍁‧₊˚

Not empty, not cold — but full of stories untold, of names we hope to call, of homes we have yet to find. In the rustle of leaves ('&) the fading  warmth of the sun, I find myself longing — not for a place, but for people. For voices that greet with care. For hands that stay.

         𐚁‌ | .. For a family that feels──
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like shelter.  This letter is for
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𐀶     you,  who might     🍂🖋   
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ be   willing ㅤto  stayㅤ  who         
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ knows      howㅤ to ㅤ listen.

Who has space in their heart to become something to someone. We are in search of a family — not perfect, but present. One that grows together, laughs softly, forgives often. A place where roles are more than names —through days both easy and hard. If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here — in this season of stillness and hope.

Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!

Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection — not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions. May autumn guide us home.

Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
        —THE DELAIRE ’s.
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