Perennial Alchemy: The Ostward’s Saga.

anak anak ostward pada menghilang kemana ya kira kira?

komen dong

hey ostward... kangen :(

ostward... :(

Happy anniversary, Ostward.

Happy anniversary.

Hello!

happy mensive 11 bulan ostward

Ostward 11 bulan. 🤏🏻

ostward...

Kangen.

hai... kangen ostward :(

miss ostward..

Rindu Ostward.

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      (Bossa de Urso.) ────── 🎹
      “Vamos Cantar uma Música!”

Aves carol in the dawning, alluding the establish of an unprecedented epoch. The luminary is ready to gleam on the whole of macrocosm, and everyone is waking up blissfulness and blubbering out joyously, “It's Espetáculo Diária!” Everyone is eagerly awaiting for today; the day of the musical. Ravishing melodious entwine around the showroom, catching everyone's enthrallment. They all beamed and dallied gloriously, the whole is praising the performance.

Finally the gates are open, and today the musician are seeking for someone who can be the one of them. Edifice meliorate alliances surrounded by beatitude and a cherish for music. We seek someone who can make the show more interesting with their unique style. We only provide for female who's born between 1990—2000. And, each applicant should check the taken list first.

Salute, Uma alma tranquila! On this quiet day, hereby I (@.username), (your name), and my portrayals as (your muse name + line) would happily like to be the one of you. I aim to live a firm affinity with you all and be surrounded by beauteous melodious. Adios! 💋

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          1st Hath Waxed And Waned
  AND STILL, OUR LOVE ENDURES.

In the twilight's melancholic grasp, where shadows sway in spectral ballet, the world is enshrouded in murmurs of sorrow. Within abandoned cathedrals, where stained glass casts mournful shades on frosty stone, reverberations of forgotten melodies linger like doleful echoes #Road1stAnniversary. Each wavering candle offers a faint glimmer amidst the encroaching darkness, its fragile glow quivering against the surrounding murk.

Among the briars of despair that clutch the soul, whispers of ancient woes drift through the mist-laden air. A solitary figure, draped in dark velvet and adorned with gleaming chains, moves with a ghostly swagger—a presence haunting the fringes of mortal existence. The distant chord of an organ resounds through the silence, evoking memories of bygone eras when lost souls sought solace in twilight's enigma.

In the silent graveyard, where moonlight casts a chill radiance on weathered tombstones, hidden truths lie interred beneath the earth. The restless spirits of yore, caught in an eternal rhythm of yearning and regret, narrate tales of forbidden love and shattered dreams to those intrepid enough to listen. Amid midnight's embrace, where shadows merge with the soul's deepest desires, the barrier between realms thins, and the heart reverberates with the mournful cries of those consigned to oblivion's embrace.