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JUBILATION’S CINERARY, [03] / VELLEITIOUS RELIQUIAE IN CHTHONIC AEVUM, ECLIPSED
SIGILS IN LANGUID TENEBROSITY.

The patriarch graven trails through brittle umber, strides a sermon to the feral glimpse of blood and bark. Their gambits neither pure nor poised. Baubles clench the ribs of fallen timber, prismatic shards and barathrum filigree, plucked from the quiet wreckage of humankind. Above, the sun’s pale rays fracture through naked branches, pitching fleeting glimmers on frost-crusted roots. Near the den, cinders of something long gone dangle like votives: rusted keys, cracked porcelain, the glass edge of an old lantern. They sway in the faint wind, nondescript yet deftly placed, as if the forest itself preserves them—not out of sentiment, but necessity: @Wraitheight, @TheStahlbaum, @TheRuneshard, @LeClives. These ashes mark a history shared, though allegorical, and their meaning lies in their inclemency. No grand proclamations clamor between the trees, but the apparition of those who abide its own charter.

Somnolent pulsations
In aetherborne fealty, Fuchse.

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JUBILATION’S CINERARY, [03] / VELLEITIOUS RELIQUIAE IN CHTHONIC AEVUM, ECLIPSED
SIGILS IN LANGUID TENEBROSITY.

The patriarch graven trails through brittle umber, strides a sermon to the feral glimpse of blood and bark. Their gambits neither pure nor poised. Baubles clench the ribs of fallen timber, prismatic shards and barathrum filigree, plucked from the quiet wreckage of humankind. Above, the sun’s pale rays fracture through naked branches, pitching fleeting glimmers on frost-crusted roots. Near the den, cinders of something long gone dangle like votives: rusted keys, cracked porcelain, the glass edge of an old lantern. They sway in the faint wind, nondescript yet deftly placed, as if the forest itself preserves them—not out of sentiment, but necessity: @Wraitheight, @TheStahlbaum, @TheRuneshard, @LeClives. These ashes mark a history shared, though allegorical, and their meaning lies in their inclemency. No grand proclamations clamor between the trees, but the apparition of those who abide its own charter.

Somnolent pulsations
In aetherborne fealty, Fuchse.

BY 🍰 🎀 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝐻𝒮𝐸 𝐿𝒶 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒 🎀 🍰