Neath the hallowed firmament of nocturne, where argent gleam falleth as breath of seraphim, we art gathered in reverent quietude. A name unuttered, yet scorched upon the void: inscribed upon the aether as fire upon velvet dusk, where wraiths do conjure remembrance, and silence itself doth bow the knee:
@DeBlancFamilie, @Callogy, @DeCrowther and @AttireByKlein
We hallow the kinships unyielding to time's cruel scythe, the shadows that fade not, the ardors that kindle with ever brightening flame against the ceaseless trudge of the years. Let this mensive echo through the cloisters of remembrance, enthroned beneath the argent empyrean eternal and undimmed.
In Bloodmarked-Concord, @MyungCrimson. 🪦