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ㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡.
ㅤㅤㅤ𖤍 (𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗘𝗬: 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗟)

Hey there, traveler. Can you hear it too? The quiet song of melting snow, the gentle hum of wildflowers waking up? That’s the call of spring in these mountains. If it stirs something inside you, maybe it’s time to come closer into our little haven. Here, the paths are open to:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ PARENTS (1970—1994)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ AUNCLE (1995-1999)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ SIBLINGS (2000—2010)

Out here, we whisper the names of the ones who wander the hills with us, a quiet list you’ll soon be a part of. If you’re ready to step into the meadow, here’s the way you introduce yourself:

Gentle greetings, Altefiore! I, (Name + Username), feel called to walk these spring paths with you. The role I carry is (Parents/Auncle/Children) and I come as (Muse + Line). I’m ready for any questions you have and to prove I belong here.

Speak it honestly, with a steady heart. Those who gather the most kindred spirits might even be chosen to stand as our next guide. Don’t wait too long. The snow’s melting and the flowers are already opening. Reach us through @AltefioreBot.
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(LONGING FOR OUR MISSING PUZZLES.)
Diurnal course poured into the once-somber, fluorescent ashes motes in carousal. The dwell settle in solemn of silence, sealed away from the out of sphere like an eternity. After years of stillness, a verdict was made to throw open those cumbrous portcullis, releasing the dwelling from its self-required exile.

Berth’s Uncles & Aunties Branch: 1993-1997
Berth’s Eldest Branch: 1998-2001
Berth’s Middle Branch: 2002-2005
Berth’s Youngest Branch: 2006-2010

“Hello there, I, (your name) am enthusiast about the scope to be Berthouven’s (Eldest/Middle/Youngest/Aunty) Branch. Anyways i use (your muse) as my muse and here's my username (your id), hartelijk dank!”

(Berth’s Note.) Based on the form written, you may fill it according to the branch you delighted to take. We would like to ask you to check our taken list here to elude unwanted incidents. Kindly send the epistle to @BerthouvensBot, and please wait for an amazing news from us. Your enthusiasm is highly expected at the grandiose opening of the portcullis this juncture. We are waiting for your presence with a bunch of impatient while hiding behind the portcullis.

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                   HEEDFUL! ㅤㅤ*ㅤㅤ♡
              🛍️   THE  VAN  HAS  ENTERED
                            FORE   ENTRANCE
                                       ۪۪݃  ᬄ

       BEFORE OUR EYES, MASQUERADE
            𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘛𝘖 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘌 𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘔
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After the prolonged midnight, all the leading ladies were slumbering as if no hazard will threaten. From the vault of vow, the sake of being veiled. The momento box is trimly stowed in the middle of the chamber, overlaided in glass for translucency.

        FROM CELLAR           TO THE TILES
                           ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 📓💓 ꒱ ˎˊ˗
                        𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆
                             MP4   ㅤ✿ㅤ   JPG
               GOWN ATTIRE OF THE PARTY
                             ⏝︶‌⏝░*░⏝︶⏝

          “When the sun goes down, these princess
               ain’t your sweetheart anymore.”

      Shining through hallways as the princess
      strutted, stealing everyone’s attention. All
      day long; sweet as honey yet honed as a
      rose thorn. The gaze was directed to the
      air, where the leaves were wavering from
      its defense. Pure white wings—prism in
     the soul escort the delineate route.

👚 .. ’ #SweetDisaster. The ray shone in, aiming the princesses to carry swiftly. Bring regards the authority of the gleam, varying the graceful gown into something perplexing and unforthcoming. Resemblance flaunted on the surveil, shout to @rJakeh for the wondrous twibbon. Fierce flowers, the heavenly words of @SaenATEEZ bless us.

         |  Beyond  those  veils,
         |  congregate  as  one
         |  joint  to  tell  the  truth.
         |  @PromiseTalkBot ㅤㅤㅤㅤ     ཱུ   ᣟ ᮭ
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               AND   ONCE   YOU   FEEL   IT,
           THERE’S NO TURNING BACK.

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ㅤ／ ⛩️ 𓂃 ִ 海舟宗家。Where camellias descend in tremulous hush, the breath of an old house stirs. Beneath a pallid sky veined with memory, names bloom once more, wrapped in vestiges of yesteryears. Kaishu Sōke does not summon, it unveils—petal by petal, presence by presence, like lullabies folded into parchment wind.ㅤ🎍𓆪
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ㅤㅤ⋮ 💮 ┆ Blooming Lineage Invocation .. ’)
ㅤ ——ㅤㅤ from @KaishuSoke to unfurl,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ quietㅤpresence.ㅤ۶ৎ
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ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑒ㅤㅤ𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Kinesics.ㅤㅤㅤㅤPictography.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶
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Trace your reflection amidst the hush-hued sigils, enwtreathed through static bloom and tempered motion. For attunement and assistance, the parchment envoy awaits via @KaishuSokeBot.ㅤ* .. 🪽 ’)

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Let not the axis of presence waver upon divergence. In each lineage-cast hush lies a vow, vestigial yet vivid. Should your semblance flicker beneath the folds, recall—every echo finds its vestibule, every misstep, a step etched towards the sanctum. The parchment breathes, the name awaits. Proceed not in haste, but in grace. 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE CAMELLIAS,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ VEILS OF LASSITUDE ; 海舟。🌺
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