hype aku bergaol

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—@Roesjad, @GhostOfMorthen—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

Upchar! Wyrmharrow udah ada leo nya guys

Eldraeth’s Mia, Wyrmharrow’s Minju, Lourette’s Leehan, and Cathéct’s Jeongwoo arrived at the café first and took a table near the window. While waiting for Wilkin’s Wonyoung and Reiss’s Jeongwoo, who were still on the way, they spent time chatting, taking selfies, and snapping pictures of the drinks and desserts.
“They’re still not here?” Minju asked, glancing at the door.
“Still on the road,” Cathéct’s Jeongwoo replied.
Not long after, Runeshard’s Hanni finally arrived and joined them at the table. As everyone laughed and continued talking, a message came in from Wonyoung saying they would arrive soon, making the group joke about whether there would still be any cake left for the two late arrivals.

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—@HouseOfEtherhail, @TheSchroder, @Rocheveil, @RouzeVault, @TheMorseviic & @Arclaine—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

Holiday Travel! Wyrmharrow’s Leo immediately took the window seat and hasn’t really looked away since takeoff. He keeps watching the clouds, the wings, even the tiny lights below when they passed over cities earlier. Every few minutes, he nudges Mirth’s Sangwon just to point at something. Mirth’s Sangwon, on the other hand, has his headphones on almost the whole time. Half asleep, half awake—but still responding whenever Wyrmharrow’s Leo talks to him. Sometimes he just hums or nods, but Wyrmharrow’s Leo doesn’t seem to mind. They didn’t do much. Just shared snacks, switched songs for a bit, and adjusted their seats every now and then because the flight’s getting long. At one point, Mirth’s Sangwon leaned over to look out the window too, even though he acted like he wasn’t interested earlier. Cabin lights dimmed, most people already asleep, but they’re still awake. Not really talking, just sitting there quietly, comfortable. It’s a long flight, nothing special happening but it’s calm, easy, and kinda nice. It’s just the three of them with Famguyless Anxin, somewhere above the clouds, on their way to Europe.

Hype upchar dipagi hari 😚♥️

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— @MansionOfShien, @LeChantierMills, @MertzlanFamilia, @sethlore, and @TheHansley. —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