WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
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[BIL] 2024, NOCTURNA 🌑 (ii) / .. Under the lunar hex, hunger stirs in silence, bound by rites long lost. Paths to the summoning: @WyrmharrowsBot. For SFS/HFW rites: @TheHarrowBot. Only the chosen hear the whispers. The echo lingers still: @Wyrmharrow
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Today Clyborne’s Jungwon texted Wyrmharrow’s Minju out of nowhere, asking if I wanted to hang out like it was the most normal thing ever, and somehow I immediately said yes!

I told him to wait while I got ready, but he didn’t really wait—he was already on his way to pick me up, and when I said I was ready, he sent a picture instead, saying, “Tomang is joining us.”

The city felt different at night, with buildings glowing endlessly and street lamps guiding us somewhere we didn’t even plan to go, everything quieter and softer like the world slowed down just for a bit.

“We look really cool! Let’s take some pictures, Minju,” he said, and we ended up wandering with no destination, stopping at random spots and taking photos even the messy, random ones that didn’t need to make sense.

Eventually, the night grew colder, and without saying much, we made our way back, the same streets now feeling calmer than before. I lingered for a moment before going inside, holding onto the feeling of the night nothing big, nothing planned, but somehow something I know I won’t forget.
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hehehe hype kita jalan jalan dong howls ~
siapa mau labewbew dari aku
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)


Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement @SoigneSolace @lavoiresisters we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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