༄˖°. On the night when the moon draws near, a blissful night unfolds in gentle light. Wishes are granted, prayers are carried through the night sky. A celebration for the moon, the Moon-Prayer Night is soon to arrive. Pray, tell … will you hang your hope upon the moon? .ೃ࿔*:・🌕
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Lo, listen now you gentle folk every one,
A tale I tell of a pilgrimage undertaken,
The joy of fyr within the ashes beneath bright,
Welcome, to this house of delight,
Here we are buried, where our hearts dwell,
And forever our tales cause us to tell.
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Two horses vacant out of all,
To whoever comes with us shall fall,
Beneath the rules that we have set,
Abideth all by our own wit;
According to our will, they stay,
As pilgrim hearts shall find their way.
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In another life, two souls shall hold
what Bnuuy once held dear. A gift,
fleeting as spring rain, awaits the
lucky hearts. Would you reach out,
if fate offered one more chance?
Only until May 7th, 7 PM (GMT+7),
before the dream slips away.
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Beneath a sky bruised with forgotten
songs, golden laughter turned to dust
between trembling fingers. A painting
half-finished, ⠀a melody ⠀half-sung,
cradled by the hush of lost summers.
A vow whispered to wilted fields,
to be kept in another life.
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𝕭y the most beneficient decree of the 𝖂ayward 𝕶ing, a fortunate soul amongst ye shall soon possess passage most rare. 𝕬ttend closely, for a single ticket, granting one seat upon the gallant 𝕷ario—bound for the endless dreams—shall be bestowed freely.
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