Nighty night, Howlies! Today I, Wyrmharrow's Taesan, went to an amusement park at night with my friends. The lights from the rides made the place look really pretty. Hefflins' Taesan, Bellinors' Taesan,
MeadowOfRoselain's Taesan, and Dominguez's Taesan were joking while walking. Meanwhile, Caintje's Leehan, Velthrone's Leehan, and GeislerVoyager's Leehan were looking around the park, and HomeOfSwift's Taesan & Leehan were busy taking photos.

Nearby, MaisonOfNethers' Taesan, Leehan & Myungjae were laughing while posing for pictures. Then Mondzelt's Myungjae, LaDimoraCarrasco's Myungjae, and Cherrilane's Myungjae went to buy snacks. MertzlanFamilia's Woonhak and FlameOfIgnarev's Riwoo also joined us and took some candid photos before we all took a group photo together. It was such a fun night! 🎡✨

*knock-knock* Hefflins' Wonbin is here again! Nighty night to my sweetest heffies. On a scale of 1–10, how would you rate my outfit tonight? BY THE WAY… who wants to join me for dinner :3

ballerina cappucinay 👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻

On this beautiful afternoon, Berthouven opened its gates for a little escape from the usual bustle. Berthouven’s Giselle gathered a lovely circle of friends: Letheris’ Soobin, Hefflins’ Soobin, Mondcroft’s Karina, Romanovna’s Lia, Schafer’s Chaewon, Schafer’s Giselle, Shellford’s Lia, Siegern’s Lia, Courthlace’s Yoonseo, Nikolovich’s Eric, Lysmere’s Karina, Seretti’s Lia, Diaz’s Giselle, Mills’ Chaemin, Luevine’s Jeno, and Grachter’s Soobin, for a simple picnic under the warm sun.

Blankets scattered across the garden, baskets brimming with little treats, laughter floating easily through the air while stories were shared between bites and warm sunlight. A day at Berthouven’s house that no one quite wanted to end, filled with laughter, lovely company, and small moments that quietly turned into cherished memories. And if days like this keep finding their way back, perhaps Berthouven’s doors might open again for another gathering before long. 🌼🌿🧺✨

ㅤㅤ the 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 meets the 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥

🪽🐈‍⬛️𓏲 ๋࣭ two worlds mixed together
the chime hangs in the clammy squall. stitching the inaction to the cumbersome fragrance of crushed peonies and damp universe ࣪ ˖ 𓂋

arguing with
thus angel
house of
the nocturne