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THE MENSIVE’S OF DWELLER.
(17, August 2026.)            \
                                   COUNT THE DAY

There’s only one strange kind of paradise that appears after the crepuscule of an eclipse. Everything feels a marginal, almost magical. At a blink of an eye: the whole room has shifted and time has paused for a moment. The sadness in them slowly fades ... “leaving behind a gentle sense of peace.” The whole household would like to congratulate: (@sethlore @TheHalton) | For celebrating a blissful indulged phase at present. There will be solace in the terrible prolonging, in the juncture a grimace forms in arched lines after creeping over the remains first.

            From The House up in The Hill,
                             @Noctrel.

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