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𝟶𝟼, 🌺.. an ever-song of 🔤ady Elaris!
late–Febr: ౨ৎ ”🔤etals, hallowed Fae.”

Eventide drapeth: the hill in violet hues, releaseth lavender mists across the sleeping meadows. Youngest among the fair folk, beareth a spirit untouched by cynicism and a heart alight with wonder. No dream, however frail, is ever forsaken beneath her watch. ˳⁺ 𐚁‌

Page, 06. / the last Mesoeur.
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