ANNOUNCEMENT
Hi, Clovies. Due to several reasons, our oldest sister has not been able to reply to our neighbors. Therefore, we would like to inform those who were messaged by our siblings (Kwon Nayeon) to do SFS and have not received feedback to reach out to us through @ClovenSFSbot. We made this announcement because we do not have data on which Family Paguyuban have already subscribed to our channel. We kindly ask you to spare a few seconds of your time to inform us, so that we can provide the same amount of feedback. Thank you, Clovies. Have a nice day ahead.
Hi, Clovies. Due to several reasons, our oldest sister has not been able to reply to our neighbors. Therefore, we would like to inform those who were messaged by our siblings (Kwon Nayeon) to do SFS and have not received feedback to reach out to us through @ClovenSFSbot. We made this announcement because we do not have data on which Family Paguyuban have already subscribed to our channel. We kindly ask you to spare a few seconds of your time to inform us, so that we can provide the same amount of feedback. Thank you, Clovies. Have a nice day ahead.
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SFS & HFW PURPOSE.
@RealmOfClovendorf.
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𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 06日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @CoterieOfYeltsin @JYPERSPACE @HouseOfLetheris @TheMeirhart
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 06日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @CoterieOfYeltsin @JYPERSPACE @HouseOfLetheris @TheMeirhart
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
Forwarded from [READ PINNED.] CLOVENDORF.
and for our dear neighbors who has their mensive but haven't filled their data, may i ask you a moment of time to fill it our right here. Since we would not want one to become unnoticed by us. ♥️
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The Codex Of Clovendorf.
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Nothing is left to fade beneath the crimson eclipse, for every soul that fights is eternally inscribed into the iron walls of history. Names are not merely spoken here; they are carved with mana, pressed into time like sacred spells upon an enduring…
Nothing is left to fade beneath the crimson eclipse, for every soul that fights is eternally inscribed into the iron walls of history. Names are not merely spoken here; they are carved with mana, pressed into time like sacred spells upon an enduring…
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ᅠ
𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 07日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @IILLUV @GeislerVoyager
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 07日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @IILLUV @GeislerVoyager
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
Forwarded from [READ PINNED.] CLOVENDORF.
and for our dear neighbors who has their mensive but haven't filled their data, may i ask you a moment of time to fill it our right here. Since we would not want one to become unnoticed by us. ♥️
Telegram
The Codex Of Clovendorf.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Nothing is left to fade beneath the crimson eclipse, for every soul that fights is eternally inscribed into the iron walls of history. Names are not merely spoken here; they are carved with mana, pressed into time like sacred spells upon an enduring…
Nothing is left to fade beneath the crimson eclipse, for every soul that fights is eternally inscribed into the iron walls of history. Names are not merely spoken here; they are carved with mana, pressed into time like sacred spells upon an enduring…
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ᅠ
𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 08日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @ChroniclesOfBerg, @Shardwhyte, @boschdelamer.
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 08日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @ChroniclesOfBerg, @Shardwhyte, @boschdelamer.
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
Forwarded from la vita pearce: sorellanza.
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𖤓.. an invitation carried by the summer tide, where sisters become one: welcome to the pearce costa. ꪆᰰ
we find ourselves searching, a presence for women who carry warmth like summer light. as if calling out to those who long for a place to belong, where joy lingers in every shared moment.
❛ WE! OPEN! THE GATE! ❜
we follow the sun to find:
𓇼 la primogenita “eldest”
1990
𓇼 la mezzana “middle”
𓇼 la píu giovane “youngest”
we await your arrival, as a home has been holding its breath. send your excitement to our bot @pearcesbot. there is a place here already shaped: written in the sand. we are ready to welcome you into something that feels like belonging.
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𖤓.. an invitation carried by the summer tide, where sisters become one: welcome to the pearce costa. ꪆᰰ
we find ourselves searching, a presence for women who carry warmth like summer light. as if calling out to those who long for a place to belong, where joy lingers in every shared moment.
❛ WE! OPEN! THE GATE! ❜
we follow the sun to find:
𓇼 la primogenita “eldest”
1990
-1999・the autorità dolce.𓇼 la mezzana “middle”
2000-2005・the equilibrio.𓇼 la píu giovane “youngest”
2006-2009・the luce viva.salve! with my excitement crashing like summer waves, i, “name @.username,” am so ready to fill the space of “muse (line muse)”. i’ve been waiting right here at the shoreline, with the sand tickling my feet. grazie.we await your arrival, as a home has been holding its breath. send your excitement to our bot @pearcesbot. there is a place here already shaped: written in the sand. we are ready to welcome you into something that feels like belonging.
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ᅠ
𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 10 日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @Reedwart, @HouseOfThimblea, @Bellinors, @StringOfScarvaine & @AttireByKlein.
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf | ✴︎
ᅠ ───────────── 𖤝 ֶָ֢.
ᅠ 祝祭の日おめでとう / 10 日
ᅠᅠDrift through the air like incantations never meant to be read aloud. Each grimoire holds not merely spells, but residue of intention grief distilled into clarity, truth suspended in mana like a sleeping omen. The fortress breathes in coded silence, even footsteps seem to weigh their loyalty before touching the floor.
Within this veiled ordonnance of clovers and iron, names dissolve and reassemble like magic in reverse and so we celebrate: @Reedwart, @HouseOfThimblea, @Bellinors, @StringOfScarvaine & @AttireByKlein.
Not in thunderous spectacle, but in a tender clamor of happiness where every passing glance becomes a quiet hymn of belonging. May our celebration bloom in crimson radiance, carried by the soft chorus of shared delight.
Forwarded from #22TrinketsForJihan!
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ִ ⫾᳢ ֺ ָ .
ྀ ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ ˖ ﹙한지효﹚ ࣪ 💓🪅 ೀ
blown by the gale that brought engaging
\ reminiscence to befall in /
#22TrinketsForJihan
“ ✆ 𓂂 εïз
ִֶָ ֺ
⊳ ۫ a box flourished
rosy ribbon
her cherished marshal, her swaddled bliss
emitted it ░ unwrap me for your trinkets!
it says. glitter sparkles can be seen from
tiny shorttage on the side
✩ 🧷 ✭ ───────────────
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ִ ⫾᳢ ֺ ָ .
ྀ ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ ˖ ﹙한지효﹚ ࣪ 💓🪅 ೀ
blown by the gale that brought engaging
\ reminiscence to befall in /
#22TrinketsForJihan
“ ✆ 𓂂 εïз
ִֶָ ֺ
⊳ ۫ a box flourished
rosy ribbon
& dulcet ornaments surroundingher cherished marshal, her swaddled bliss
emitted it ░ unwrap me for your trinkets!
it says. glitter sparkles can be seen from
tiny shorttage on the side
✩ 🧷 ✭ ───────────────
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