WHERE THE IVY
                 KISSES THE OLD STONE,

  ❦ ݁ ˖ °. Somewhere beyond the silver thicket, where crooked roses bloom beneath a watchful moon, a peculiar little celebration has begun. The woodland creatures have grown restless, the lanterns flicker twice, and somewhere within the manor, an old clock has remembered your name.

Today belongs to you, a curious soul written into this strange and beautiful tale. May the coming chapter bring pockets filled with serendipity, unexpected wonders tucked behind ordinary doors, and enough moonlight to guide every wandering step. Let this year be delightfully peculiar, softly luminous, and entirely yours.

         THE BELLS HAVE RUNG,
         THE MOON HAS GIVEN ITS BLESSING
         @LaSonnaille's, Leean Jeong.

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