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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.
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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.
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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 / 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.
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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 / 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.
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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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𝓥ANGUARD NOTES: HALF-
BURNED AND MANA-SMUDGED,
THE RIBS OF SHARED TIME.
@RealmOfClovendorf  | 

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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.
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Forwarded from #22TrinketsForJihan!

                                   ִ    ⫾᳢    ֺ    ָ   . 
            ྀ  ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱  ˖  ﹙한지효﹚  ࣪  💓🪅  ೀ
      blown by the gale that brought engaging
            \      reminiscence to befall in      /
                      #22TrinketsForJihan
                          “  ✆    𓂂         εïз 
                                     ִֶָ⁠   ֺ    
                     ⊳          ۫     a box flourished
  rosy ribbon & dulcet ornaments surrounding
     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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jangan lupa unban kami ya clovies 🩷