The dinner started normally, but it took less than ten minutes for chaos to break loose at their table. Zachruelle’s Heeseung kept trying to explain something serious, but Mistlesoir’s Heeseung kept interrupting with jokes and stealing the side dishes right off his plate. Vermillion’s Heeseung pretended to be calm at first, but snapped the moment someone took his fries, suddenly all three were arguing, laughing, talking over each other, and threatening to switch seats like it would fix anything. They clinked glasses too loudly, mixed sauces that definitely shouldn’t be mixed, and turned the calm restaurant into their own loud universe. At one point the waiter walked by, stared at them for two seconds, and mentally accepted that peace just wasn’t happening at that table.

By the end, they were full, loud, and absolutely done arguing, but still eating each other’s leftovers.

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𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦-𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦.

ㅤㅤ ㅤVELTHRONE: CELESTIAL
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤCHRISTMAS. 🎄☃️

Avalanche has been descending for nights on end, shrouding e’ry colonnade in a pall of luminous quietude. Crystalline jingling glides through arcades. The first-years, wide-eyed with wonder likely believe Saint Nicholas himself has crossed our skies; scattering douceur from his ethereal sleigh. They know not that such chiming belongs to the argent bells bound to owls who ferry their summons through wintertide.

The Velthrone flaunts its obsolete doorway to all who wish to engage within the splendor of Celestial Christmas on December 20. Missives shall find their way to cherished ones, each accompanied by offerings wrought to stir the most swathed recesses of heart. Conjured graces shall canonise e’ry whim divulged into frost-bright air.

Dotingly bestowed upon augurers,
@TheVelthrone.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Thursday, the 18th of December, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently

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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.

Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)

If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:

Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.

Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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ૂ  ⃝࣫.🪷THEY CROSSED THE UNSEEN TO COMMERMORATE THE GENESIS WITH US.

░ུ / 💧 emergence beyond veiled thresholds, convergence within our dominion-guided by hushed augury rather than happenstance. beneath eclipsed constellaria, reverence unfolded, sanctum sealed, resonance lingering like an unnamed incantation.

20 december 2025, witnessing required: #LostWithDewmourne
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