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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓍢ִ໋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓⭑๋࣭ ⸙
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙#𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐈𝐧𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭 ﹚𓃦

ㅤㅤBeyond the veil where silver mists entwine,
ㅤㅤa hidden woodland once breathed beneath
ㅤㅤthe watchful eyes of its ancient keepers.
ㅤㅤA realm untouched, a home concealed,
ㅤㅤwhere every root remembers and every bloom
ㅤㅤholds a story of its own.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𓂃 𖣂⋆.˚ 𓃴 ˚.⋆𖣂𓂃

⸙. ݁₊ ⸙͎. ݁˖ㅤSomewhere beyond the mist,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe forest still remembers its keepers.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd perhaps, the story is ready
ㅤㅤㅤㅤto be found once more. ݁ ˖𓂃.🌲
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. . . ￴FOR THE DOVES AND THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED, LOST BENEATH THE UNLISTED TOMBSTONE OF AN UNWRITTEN GRAVE:

ㅤㅤ   ㅤAREㅤㅤ YOUㅤ ㅤTHEㅤ ㅤWOUND
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤTHATㅤ ㅤCOMPLETESㅤ ㅤUS?

──────────────── ༒︎  @CAINTJE

(MISSING: THE WANDERING BLOODKIN) To have a roof atop your sin-soaked head is a windfall of both tragedy and blessing, a bitter fortune shared by those who have been cast aside and deemed an unholy creation of scripture, born without a purpose. We know the feeling of grief well. So come, draw nearer and cross our threshold, but mind the CLAIMED VESSELS.

❦︎ SACRED SECRETS (1985-1999)
❦︎ ELDEST BURDEN (2000-2003)
❦︎ BETWEEN THE LINES (2004-2006)
❦︎ LAST BORN (2007-2010)

Pray ye, my dearest Caintje! Hear my chant echoing through the desolate hallways of your so-called home, for after a journey of woe and sorrow, I have finally found my way to your door. I’m (full name/nickname), carrying (your muse) as my chosen face, with (your username) as the trace I’ll leave behind. Keep a place for me among the faithful corpses. 🕊️

You will never escape what you were made out of, hail us your letter lovingly to @CaintjeBot. 𓉸

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(🏮../ 10) THE CHOUREN HOUSEHOLD AND A SEAT AT THE TABLE: we’re made of both of old traditions and new dreams, of familiar stories and places that once felt foreign.

Cheerful laughter echoes throughout every corner of the house. A harmony that never fades despite the arrival of hardships, drawing each member ever closer together. Thus are created countless portraits of moments destined never to be forgotten. Orlando, 1999's. We, @TheChouren seek and invite souls of cheerful disposition, those who shine brightly from within or without, much like the gentle radiance of the sun itself.
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ㅤㅤ✺. PARENTS 1980–1995
ㅤㅤ✺. AUNTS & UNCLES 1990–1999
ㅤㅤ✺. THE ELDEST 2000–2002
ㅤㅤ✺. THE MIDDLE 2003–2006
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Having witnessed the harmony that flourish within thy household, I have grown desirous of joining thee as a cheerful soul. I, (username + muse), born upon (line), stand ready to become part of the warmth, togetherness, and cherished bonds shared amongst thy family.

Kindly inspect the taken list ere submitting thine application, to ensure that thy muse remaineth available. Thereafter, direct the aforementioned format unto @ChourenBot

乔伦 🪭 AND PERHAPS THAT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PART OF OUR STORY: Not for that all was ever perfect, but because amidst the chaos, the misgivings, and the humble days that came and went, there was ever laughter waiting beyond the corner. There was always a family cheering too loudly, loving too deeply, and reminding us that home was never just a place.

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THE MOONLIT / ☽ VEIL HAS DRAWN A GILDED CARD TO BEGIN AN EVERLASTING JOURNEY (🃏 ░░ 🃏)

Somewhere Along This Endless Path, Another Beautiful Chapter Is Quietly Waiting To Begin. The Ancient Bell Chimed With A Languid Grace As The Doors Opened Once More. Delicate Radiance Across The Marble Floor Like Scattered Remnants Of A Silence Chamber. Time Itself Seemed To Relinquish Its Hurried Pace Granting Every Fleeting Wonder To Be Savoured Without Haste.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤready to tune in and ✸
ㅤㅤㅤㅤlet the good times play? 📀

ㅤthe sun drifts toward the (24th of august)
ㅤhorizon and the campsite quiets. it’s time
ㅤto foregather around, tune in, and let the
ㅤfun begin. from fun-filled games to merry
ㅤmelodies 🎼 /.. tune and play is where the
ㅤcampsite stirs with life and merriment 🏕ㅤ
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