Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @sangweon only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest. Here is a beautiful bouquet of flowers for the most beautiful person I've ever seen.

With tenderness,
Yours, Karis.

That's wrap from us! Get ready for the next euphoria, Elfies!

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@KasteelOfDuisterg) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Duisterg’s BloodVeil.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@RyuOnJeans) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Damage Jeans.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@Ryujisn) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Dameil Jeans.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@Yeodjun) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
REM.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@wjisuchoi) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
REM.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @Mingphao only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Sinclair.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @Swiblings only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Sinclair.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @CasaDeDiaz only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Sinclair.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @eucnwoo only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Sinclair.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@Prossaist) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
chaeish. ♡

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @Tensioin only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Sheviely.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@kylerztn) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
your girlfriend

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @rMarriie only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Sheviely.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @nyimvt only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
Sheviely.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @.nerdylooks @.Joonwoung @LceMark @Misourie @jaemixn @Iloveyousomuchjaervost only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
kith.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, @xianzhwi @oyunha @edwiards @laeave @Sanghyeomn @yumariee @dkoko @Tomiyasuh only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness,
kith.

Candles breathe myrrh pine, stems shiver in crystal water, bearing unsent meanings in petal and thorn. I stand between arrival and leaving, arranging what the year could not speak—Ellvius passing like a softened psalm between winter roses and holly ash. No clamor do I seek, (@KostAbg) only a still hearth where the bouquet may finally rest.

With tenderness, Rehan.