ββ The halls remember. At the time (21) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (22) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (23) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (24) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (25) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (26) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (27) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (28) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (29) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (30) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
ββ The halls remember. At the time (31) They hum with the rhythm of those who once dared to belong πͺ½β α§ The day when your touch lingers on the teacup, and the porcelain whispering of
evenings unspoken. ββα . . . π§π«
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
puppeeets, who's up for a game π΄π΄
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
gimana kalau you as genshin characters ada yang mau gak π’
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre. via @PsstRobot
Shav. read the whisper
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
SHAV as CLORINDE @parkminjau π
Calm, composed, and bound by duty, Clorinde wields an Electro Vision and a sword, channeling her power with precision and grace. Despite her cold demeanor, she hides a deep sense of honor and personal conviction beneath her disciplined exterior.
Calm, composed, and bound by duty, Clorinde wields an Electro Vision and a sword, channeling her power with precision and grace. Despite her cold demeanor, she hides a deep sense of honor and personal conviction beneath her disciplined exterior.
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre. via @PsstRobot
Ann. read the whisper
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
ANN as MARY-ANN @yoonseoreh π©΅
She is a gentle, dreamy figure inhabiting a fairy-tale-like realm called Annapausis. Her tale is one of memory, identity, and letting goβbeautiful, melancholic, and deeply introspective.
She is a gentle, dreamy figure inhabiting a fairy-tale-like realm called Annapausis. Her tale is one of memory, identity, and letting goβbeautiful, melancholic, and deeply introspective.
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre. via @PsstRobot
NOCTRA. read the whisper