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THE MENSIVE’S OF DWELLER.
(10, August 2026.) \
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There’s only one strange kind of paradise that appears after the crepuscule of an eclipse. Everything feels a marginal, almost magical. At a blink of an eye: the whole room has shifted and time has paused for a moment. The sadness in them slowly fades ... “leaving behind a gentle sense of peace.” The whole household would like to congratulate: ( @Bellinors, @StringOfScarvaine, @TheGeldart, @AttireByKlein, @HouseOfThimblea ) | For celebrating a blissful indulged phase at present. There will be solace in the terrible prolonging, in the juncture a grimace forms in arched lines after creeping over the remains first.
From The House up in The Hill,
@Noctrel.
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THE MENSIVE’S OF DWELLER.
(10, August 2026.) \
COUNT THE DAY
There’s only one strange kind of paradise that appears after the crepuscule of an eclipse. Everything feels a marginal, almost magical. At a blink of an eye: the whole room has shifted and time has paused for a moment. The sadness in them slowly fades ... “leaving behind a gentle sense of peace.” The whole household would like to congratulate: ( @Bellinors, @StringOfScarvaine, @TheGeldart, @AttireByKlein, @HouseOfThimblea ) | For celebrating a blissful indulged phase at present. There will be solace in the terrible prolonging, in the juncture a grimace forms in arched lines after creeping over the remains first.
From The House up in The Hill,
@Noctrel.
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THE MENSIVE’S OF DWELLER.
(11, August 2026.) \
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There’s only one strange kind of paradise that appears after the crepuscule of an eclipse. Everything feels a marginal, almost magical. At a blink of an eye: the whole room has shifted and time has paused for a moment. The sadness in them slowly fades ... “leaving behind a gentle sense of peace.” The whole household would like to congratulate: @TheScalden @ClyborneHousehold | For celebrating a blissful indulged phase at present. There will be solace in the terrible prolonging, in the juncture a grimace forms in arched lines after creeping over the remains first.
From The House up in The Hill,
@Noctrel.
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THE MENSIVE’S OF DWELLER.
(11, August 2026.) \
COUNT THE DAY
There’s only one strange kind of paradise that appears after the crepuscule of an eclipse. Everything feels a marginal, almost magical. At a blink of an eye: the whole room has shifted and time has paused for a moment. The sadness in them slowly fades ... “leaving behind a gentle sense of peace.” The whole household would like to congratulate: @TheScalden @ClyborneHousehold | For celebrating a blissful indulged phase at present. There will be solace in the terrible prolonging, in the juncture a grimace forms in arched lines after creeping over the remains first.
From The House up in The Hill,
@Noctrel.
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Forwarded from THE ODYSSEANS. #365TUNEOFCORTIS
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ᱨ ODYSSEANS //
GOSPEL FATHOMS
Tempest In Primordial
Ordinances. (I–ÐO)
Thunderclap proclaimeth an everlasting betwixt ruin and ascensiond, beneath an empyrean vault of cimmerian majesty conflagrations cleaveth in the firmament with vehemence. ⚡️✶ IMMENSES IN OBSIDIAN FLAME AND SANCTIFIED WRATH IN DOMINIONS OF TRIBULATIONS ABYSS. ☨ Carrieth the austere fragrances of sceptres and the diadems beneath sepulchral tides by eternity and the sea chthonic.
( 13 AUGUST, 2026—𝚒.)
#RUNTOODYSSEANS
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ᱨ ODYSSEANS //
GOSPEL FATHOMS
Tempest In Primordial
Ordinances. (I–ÐO)
Thunderclap proclaimeth an everlasting betwixt ruin and ascensiond, beneath an empyrean vault of cimmerian majesty conflagrations cleaveth in the firmament with vehemence. ⚡️✶ IMMENSES IN OBSIDIAN FLAME AND SANCTIFIED WRATH IN DOMINIONS OF TRIBULATIONS ABYSS. ☨ Carrieth the austere fragrances of sceptres and the diadems beneath sepulchral tides by eternity and the sea chthonic.
( 13 AUGUST, 2026—𝚒.)
#RUNTOODYSSEANS
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THE MENSIVE’S OF DWELLER.
(12, August 2026.) \
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There’s only one strange kind of paradise that appears after the crepuscule of an eclipse. Everything feels a marginal, almost magical. At a blink of an eye: the whole room has shifted and time has paused for a moment. The sadness in them slowly fades ... “leaving behind a gentle sense of peace.” The whole household would like to congratulate: ( @EELJES, @Altefiore. ) | For celebrating a blissful indulged phase at present. There will be solace in the terrible prolonging, in the juncture a grimace forms in arched lines after creeping over the remains first.
From The House up in The Hill,
@Noctrel.
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THE MENSIVE’S OF DWELLER.
(12, August 2026.) \
COUNT THE DAY
There’s only one strange kind of paradise that appears after the crepuscule of an eclipse. Everything feels a marginal, almost magical. At a blink of an eye: the whole room has shifted and time has paused for a moment. The sadness in them slowly fades ... “leaving behind a gentle sense of peace.” The whole household would like to congratulate: ( @EELJES, @Altefiore. ) | For celebrating a blissful indulged phase at present. There will be solace in the terrible prolonging, in the juncture a grimace forms in arched lines after creeping over the remains first.
From The House up in The Hill,
@Noctrel.
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Forwarded from TXT PROJECT #𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘪
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(𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛: 𝙓𝙓𝙄𝙑.) ⏖ † ྀི
| 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴,
| 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬,
| 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦...
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Narrow eternity carries unspoken oath,
devotion rises in cadence, and rumbles
against the gritty cold air. Neither of it
are crucible, yet the angels sing for him.
#24SipsOfHueningkai, (02:08:14.) 𓉸ྀི
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(𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛: 𝙓𝙓𝙄𝙑.) ⏖ † ྀི
| 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴,
| 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬,
| 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦...
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Narrow eternity carries unspoken oath,
devotion rises in cadence, and rumbles
against the gritty cold air. Neither of it
are crucible, yet the angels sing for him.
#24SipsOfHueningkai, (02:08:14.) 𓉸ྀི
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