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It starts with the first endearment dwells on our heart. Something to note on, something to grin at, something to exchange promises with. In spite of all, wherein the sun springs and the moon falls, this is their home, and they are the heartdwellers of all.

LANAI OF HEARTDWELLERS: SOIRÉE.
Meet, “SEIYAN KEIHL.”

Murmur my name for I am mere one call away whenever palpable, evermore frost nudges your skin. A pair of arms that never dismiss, a chalet of dangled revelry, a pile of silken gowns and laced shocks have predisposed if you want to fetch in buoyant and festivity.

VESTIGE TO VACATE | SCHEME OF EVE.

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