Forwarded from TWIENBON.
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“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.🔪
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& “.. 𖣂 : ”
“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.
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Forwarded from Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: Hjërt.
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Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we say—yet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.
Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we say—yet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Not a scheme of sinister. I, (your name, @) veiled by your sacred offering. Letter my call under (your muse, year) and may the Angels not forbid my plea.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.
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Forwarded from Le Chantier Mills : Maison des Échos.
HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?
No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
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No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (…), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
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late night thoughts, hood up, glasses on, just me staying real and steady.
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