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Sweet summer wish peeks through the swaying curtains. The remnants of last summer still linger like a fated thread, woven unrelentingly into the sands-smothered fingers. Balmy morning and the sunlit spills over a basket full of harvested fruits placed upon a messy bedsheet. Once withered, yet forevermore lush, as if summertime is the season our heart always choose to revisit.

❥🍹 HEARTERMS IS RECRUITING
NEW MONHARTYS

DECREE OF FÊTE, UNDER THE SOLSTICE

We meet again under the same clear sky, surrounded by countless palm trees. Gathering when the summer breeze blesses us warmly, conversing until the last spark of sun kisses our golden skin. One shall not leave without clutching a letter, sealed with basil and dried rosemaries. Bring forth your authentic mask, lest the afterglow of summertide washes away the aromatic print on your fingers. Entwine your destiny with us, your arrival is awaited in the middle of the euphoria frictions.

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