Kheraeld's Seonghyeon, Edurne's Ian, Bellinors' Nahyun, Lachers' Kya, and Schroder's Keonho went out in the middle of the afternoon with zero plans. Just sunlight and free time.

Kheraeld's Seonghyeon walked like he knew the direction, even when he didn’t. Slowing down when someone lagged behind, casually making sure everyone stayed together. Quiet backbone of the group. Edurne's Ian kept stealing everyone for “one more photo.” Laughing when it turned chaotic, fixing angles like she’s directing a low budget movie that somehow feels high quality. Bellinors' Nahyun stayed in the cooler spots, leaning against walls, watching everything with that calm look. Then suddenly dropping a dry comment that had everyone folding. Lachers' Kya ran toward anything colorful. Flowers, open grass, random benches. Dragging hands, hyping moments, refusing to let the energy dip for even a second. Schroder's Keonho bought snacks and immediately started play-fighting over them. Teasing, joking, acting dramatic over nothing just to make people laugh.

By the end of it, we were sweaty, louder than we planned to be, and arguing over which moment was the funniest. Phones almost dead, feet tired, still not wanting to go home. We didn’t do anything special. But somehow it felt like the best day ever.

A little late for Valentine’s, but honestly, it felt even more special this way. Late Valentine’s dinner with Boreas and Luca. No dramatic surprises, just good food, long conversations, and that easy comfort that only family brings. We laughed about old memories, talked about life like we always do, and somehow turned a simple dinner into something meaningful. It reminded me that love isn’t always about romance or big gestures; sometimes it’s about loyalty, protection, and having someone who’s been there since day one. Grateful for moments like this, unplanned, unfiltered, and full of heart. How can i lower my standart if my brother treat me like princess?? — That's question didn't have the answer, that's it.

Growing hearts is hard 🫩🌱🩵

The Renewed Orchard Gate Of Cherrilanes:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A Gathering Beneath the Cherry Sun 🍒

The scent of ripe cherries carried by dawn’s breath, the soil humming secrets of old summers. (‘&.) Somewhere beyond the misted valley, a gate of wood and blush petals creaks open — bidding thee welcome home.

This is not merely a tale of harvest and laughter, but of kinship — how hearts, like vines, intertwine and bear fruit through time. Come, traveler, take thy basket and join the orchard folk; let warmth return to thy hands once more.

ㅤㅤ🌸 ELDER GARDENERS
         ️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️(OLDER FIGURE)
         • Aunty & Uncle (1997–1999)

ㅤㅤ🍒 YOUNG SAPLINGS
          (CHILDREN FIGURE)
        • Eldest Line (2000–2003)
        • Middlest Line (2004–2006)
       

With all my heart, I, (your username), vow to honor the heart of Cherrilane Heritage.
With (your muse) as my chosen form, born in the year (your line), I offer my soul, my words, and my quiet loyalty to the home that lives through grace, art, and everlasting warmth.

When twilight falls and the orchard glows, send the message to @cherrilaneebot and see who already tends the trees on the sweet taken list. The fields await thee, lantern in hand, laughter in heart — let the cherry gates open once more.

ㅤㅤ   Petals Inked By, @cherrilanes. 🍒

     

          EMPTINESS.
                                        DEVASTATION.
          GREED...     BLADES...     (26)

│ ELDER OF BRUME. │ OPEN GATES.

(They Demand Every Circumstance.)
Everything remains abundant. Including
the pebbles at downstream side. *ೃ🫀

Lamps dangle from the castle's ceiling, its opulence etched not merely over thousands of years, nevertheless with storytelling. Walls that holler, laments heard in the woodland—the enigma expands like an insurmountable maze. Not permitting others to breathe, like roses permanently bearing thorns, feels like an obligation that persistently pursues innocent hearts.

     Chateâu appears magnificent, towering
     and sounds like an environment where
     one might become in love and dwelling
     everlastingly after. Howbeit, Can We..?

     ⛯ ELDEST FIGURE.
     Whom Born In 1995-1999.
     ⛯ MIDDLE CHILD.
     Whom Born In 2000-2005.
     ⛯ YOUNGEST CHILD.
     Whom Born In 2006-2010.

(CANDESCENT ONCE LEFT.)

Fright Spread, Whilst I Am Here. The wrath not-escaping, but dwell. I am volunteering myself, @Username, MUSE and LINE. Taking part for ELDEST / MIDDLE / YOUNGEST figure. I would bind myself, entrusting my heart to the Elder of Brume.

Come Bind Us. Fight Alongside Us. Hold our hands and prevent-go. Even if Heaven became crimson, this chateâu may be our final destination: 🕯... @EldBrumeBot. (Taken List.) Hence, in the end, viciousness prevails. Blood was drunk through scratchy horns. / Thus, Condemnation Begun.