Forwarded from LNGSHOT4SHO. #16thTrackOfLouis
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𝘔𝘐𝘟𝘛𝘈𝘗𝘌 : Moonwalkin' To Track One.
LOCKED-IN💫 ' “Bred-For-The Booth.”
𝘓𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛’𝘚 ㅤ/ㅤ 𝘎𝘖𝘋-𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘙 𝘝𝘖𝘐𝘊𝘌.
𝘜𝘕𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘋: 💽 NEW-TAPE-DROP.
( Build From Bedrock ) Voice Untrained Yet
Untirely His Own. / Gold-Hued Tempo Tight.
Controlled, Never-Chasing-Gold.
The Laidback Vocalist, Louis Lim.
🎙 with #16ThTRACKOFLOUIS.
「 1st May, 2026! 」
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𝘔𝘐𝘟𝘛𝘈𝘗𝘌 : Moonwalkin' To Track One.
LOCKED-IN
𝘓𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛’𝘚 ㅤ/ㅤ 𝘎𝘖𝘋-𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘙 𝘝𝘖𝘐𝘊𝘌.
𝘜𝘕𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘋: 💽 NEW-TAPE-DROP.
( Build From Bedrock ) Voice Untrained Yet
Untirely His Own. / Gold-Hued Tempo Tight.
Controlled, Never-Chasing-Gold.
The Laidback Vocalist, Louis Lim.
🎙 with #16ThTRACKOFLOUIS.
「 1st May, 2026! 」
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Forwarded from Of Tints and Homes: Greesacht Familia.
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LEAVES CARRIED BY BREEZE. ִֶָ 📜⊹ ࣪˖
(BIRDS BEGIN TO FERCH ON BRANCHES.)
Oranges tumble, nature was genuinely most marvellous—holding warm memories in every corner of ambrosual flourishing blossoms and heat of sun. \ Hulsenbeck: Kin-Of-Greesacht. \ Open The Gate!
AUNTY & UNCLE. (1994-1999.)
• (2000-2003.) THE ELDEST. ─
THE MIDDLE. | (2004-2006.)
• (2007-2010.) YOUNGEST.
Bliss and merriment, are in one sentences to yearning for bona-fide romantism. Not merely connecting hearts, not merely reach dreams and forgetting the past—yet to embrace and appreciate every candescent of grass that records us.
⤿ It Could Bloom, In Soul, In Core.
Youth, time of beauteous. It shall not dissipate solely by forgetting, because every atmosphere that witnesses the anecdote will constantly intertwined the heart in myriad way. “I can sense the scent of blossoms, making me drown and ecstasy, everytime I close my eyes, that's where my childhood was neatly arranged.”
MAIL YOUR LETTER: @GreesachtBot.
CARD-BEEN-TAKEN. \ TAKEN LIST.
─── Linked Core: Kin Of Greesacht.
LEAVES CARRIED BY BREEZE. ִֶָ 📜⊹ ࣪˖
(BIRDS BEGIN TO FERCH ON BRANCHES.)
Oranges tumble, nature was genuinely most marvellous—holding warm memories in every corner of ambrosual flourishing blossoms and heat of sun. \ Hulsenbeck: Kin-Of-Greesacht. \ Open The Gate!
AUNTY & UNCLE. (1994-1999.)
• (2000-2003.) THE ELDEST. ─
THE MIDDLE. | (2004-2006.)
• (2007-2010.) YOUNGEST.
Bliss and merriment, are in one sentences to yearning for bona-fide romantism. Not merely connecting hearts, not merely reach dreams and forgetting the past—yet to embrace and appreciate every candescent of grass that records us.
Salute, Kin Of Greesacht! I Name, Muse and ID genuinely desire to connecting my soul into your cycle of pilgrimage. Born, (0000). I will take the (Aunty/Uncle, Eld-Mid-Young.) as my figure. Embrace the new euphonious within my heart, Kin Of Greesacht. Thank you!
⤿ It Could Bloom, In Soul, In Core.
Youth, time of beauteous. It shall not dissipate solely by forgetting, because every atmosphere that witnesses the anecdote will constantly intertwined the heart in myriad way. “I can sense the scent of blossoms, making me drown and ecstasy, everytime I close my eyes, that's where my childhood was neatly arranged.”
MAIL YOUR LETTER: @GreesachtBot.
CARD-BEEN-TAKEN. \ TAKEN LIST.
─── Linked Core: Kin Of Greesacht.
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ᛝ 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗
𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗦. ´ཀ 🈳
A condemned circle where revenants clutch obsolete fortunes and gnaw at fading echoes. To proceed, we eclipse their malice and cross bramble that remembers every atrocity, while the upper world flickers as fractured archives denied absolution. The pendulum has oscillated beyond recall; the festivity feels perpetual—less benediction, more an anomalous loop convened for those we shall inscribe: @TheVansents @Shineninng @Lunevain @LineageofZhu
The present composes itself as a delirious chronicle—ornate, algorithmic, incessantly humming beneath each suspended hour. メ
And with all the tacit iniquity we harbor,
@Sethlore. 𓂀
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ᛝ 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗
𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗦. ´ཀ 🈳
A condemned circle where revenants clutch obsolete fortunes and gnaw at fading echoes. To proceed, we eclipse their malice and cross bramble that remembers every atrocity, while the upper world flickers as fractured archives denied absolution. The pendulum has oscillated beyond recall; the festivity feels perpetual—less benediction, more an anomalous loop convened for those we shall inscribe: @SchaferHaus @StarryOfVincent.
The present composes itself as a delirious chronicle—ornate, algorithmic, incessantly humming beneath each suspended hour. メ
And with all the tacit iniquity we harbor,
@Sethlore. 𓂀
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Forwarded from &TWIBBON: #Taki21stFestival!
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ㅤ⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⡆⣾⣿⣿⣆⠀ 𝐶𝑂𝑇𝑇𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐼𝐿
ㅤ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌
ㅤ⣀⣬⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣛⠉ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑆𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐸
ㅤ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦ㅤㅤ 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝑆 🍀 💗
ㅤ⠉⢻⣿⣿⡟⡟⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋
ㅤ⠀⠈⠙⠋⡼⠁⠙⠛⠁⠀⠀
ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠘⠁⠀⠀
ㅤㅤㅤ 𔓶𑇓𝆬 Feathery cottontail frolics
ㅤㅤㅤㅤand pastel confections suffuse
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe air, as May 1st, unfurls in
ㅤㅤㅤㅤdulcet, lambent bloom.
ㅤeach dainty bound begets ◌
ㅤmellifluous mirth, eachㅤ◌
ㅤcherubic smile efflorescesㅤ◌
ㅤin tendre warmth. A day
ㅤswathed in plush, ambrosial felicity.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⊹ ࣪ ˖୨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅
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ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⣠⣀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀
ㅤ⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⡆⣾⣿⣿⣆⠀ 𝐶𝑂𝑇𝑇𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐼𝐿
ㅤ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌
ㅤ⣀⣬⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣛⠉ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑆𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐸
ㅤ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦ㅤㅤ 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝑆 🍀 💗
ㅤ⠉⢻⣿⣿⡟⡟⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋
ㅤ⠀⠈⠙⠋⡼⠁⠙⠛⠁⠀⠀
ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠘⠁⠀⠀
ㅤㅤㅤ 𔓶𑇓𝆬 Feathery cottontail frolics
ㅤㅤㅤㅤand pastel confections suffuse
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe air, as May 1st, unfurls in
ㅤㅤㅤㅤdulcet, lambent bloom.
ㅤeach dainty bound begets ◌
ㅤmellifluous mirth, eachㅤ◌
ㅤcherubic smile efflorescesㅤ◌
ㅤin tendre warmth. A day
ㅤswathed in plush, ambrosial felicity.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⊹ ࣪ ˖୨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅
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ᛝ 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗
𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗦. ´ཀ 🈳
A condemned circle where revenants clutch obsolete fortunes and gnaw at fading echoes. To proceed, we eclipse their malice and cross bramble that remembers every atrocity, while the upper world flickers as fractured archives denied absolution. The pendulum has oscillated beyond recall; the festivity feels perpetual—less benediction, more an anomalous loop convened for those we shall inscribe: @TheDrichfeld @Leutwin @Rustlerr @DropTheScythe @MontgoIfier @ChateauDeLenoir @TheDelaire @Aeternaals @Eirlst @TheHefflins @CasaDeDiaz @nueilofscars @VerseOfArtists @TheMystea @babbymonster @Kheraeld @Cherrilane @HouseOfMirth @CalmToChaos @tikelune @CasaLaDuvall.
The present composes itself as a delirious chronicle—ornate, algorithmic, incessantly humming beneath each suspended hour. メ
And with all the tacit iniquity we harbor,
@Sethlore. 𓂀
✶📺 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲:
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
The bells weren’t rung, yet something echoed through the halls. On this turning of your year, the corridors feel longer, the lights hum a little softer, and the air seems to recognize your name before anyone says it. Your birthday doesn’t simply arrive—it reappears, like it has happened here before. The House of Sethlore acknowledges you not only as part of us, but as something gently marked by time. An unwritten decree lingers in the silence: stand steady, even when the mirrors take a second too long to reflect you. Another year settles on your shoulders—delicate, but aware.
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞:
Leonel Sethlore. ཻུ۪۪⸙
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓭𝓸. ᭄᭡🩸
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