The scent of black roses lingers where the mist lies thickest, a trace left by the princess who chose the woods over her crown. When the morning air turns ashen, seek the faint gleam of jewels and the pale specter of a white horse. @SOLEERY @yuhavelle @newjoeys @Obscort @KEONBLAST @ryuways @leeanelle @soleean @leeanymph @AHNSTREOM @lunahyuns @seanture @whisperyul @carmtiic @lavieyuha @Keonasean @JIACATION @Hoborne @ENZORIAN marking the hour our stars entwined within the smoke. May this day be as eerily fair as the grace you bear within the haze.
veiled in fog, a soul's passage
remembered by @Rosvethian. 🕯❀ུ۪ ゚。
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Forwarded from Rosvethian; Fallen Ivory Throne.