EVERL৻ꪆNGING: OPEN.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ There are many things in this world to see, in fact, they are more than the words in the world you could write. These pairs of eyes have witnessed everything; people who stay, people who believe, people who listen, and people who leave. We have proven that love preserved although our absence filled the home. And you bloomed endearingly, still, even after we are no longer rooted. Oh, Ivies! It is a surprise, isn’t it? To see us here with a new face, warmer and lovelier surface—there lies on our hands also, a casket of beautiful tales. We hope the trip to your grandparent’s countryhouse last spring gives you the lesson, the journey, the urge, the realisation, the adventure—a list of things you can share a piece with us when a summer lantern is around. We hope that you are still tender-hearted, awaiting our arrival with such a saccharine smile in the backyard of your home. (We still remember how your bare feet ran around in jolly when you heard the sound of our bicycle, anyway.) For the book has not ended, Ivies, it is just a sequel that we have yet to tell and it is just a new beginning for you to come in, scattering the joy like you have ever been. We shall welcome you with triumph and confectionery, sweetly and ever-so-ardently. Like a page in grandmother’s diary, every sentence bears memories to reminisce; like those keepsakes in her purse as well, the warmth still we keep so dearly. Laughter is heard through the chimney, voice hums as the doorknob twists, nothing could be more tender than sitting on the lounge couch together when the summertime moon comes. :) Something is everlasting, they said, we believe that mankind is made for longing and loving. Just like us here, taking a step with a bouquet of lilies we took from Amaris’ stall after sipping a chamomile tea in the Cebraíl’s Love in the Leaves, gazing at the gentler days that are ready to burst. We stand here with longing in each of the heartbeats and a hand that resembles an old library for its heirloom wonders and miracles. Our pathways are still longer than the sound of a kite throughout the flurry of air. Care to accompany us to hearten the days in this magical summer? Please call us with our new name! With sun-kissed love, Everl৻ꪆnging! 🪴⭐️ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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THE CLOSING PAGE ... TO RECALL THE MIRAGE!

Nostalgia softened by the warmth in the middle of the night, then slips through the trees when morning chimes in. The earth mother tends, nurturing it as her own daughter, but somehow feels a little delirious, still. Summer is endurable, they said; they forgot how the air may be stale and humid, but it never goes from the corner. Conversations stop at midways when parties are over. Memories and how we memorise the holidays are hand-to-hand, aren’t they? It begins with our gaze that captures, and eventually ends with the heart that remembers. It starts with how wide the grin is and caps with the abstract wave of loneliness and melancholy. Crowd that once gathered on the pavement also starts to split away as those lights on the aisles begin to wane. It might be fleeting, always windmilling, but the great part of it all is we can still touch the leftovers. Step by step, bit by bit, unhurriedly but surely, we let the season tether, remain in the place that it can call a home until it leaves the door silently and we no longer find the trace of it to hold. Tenderness, too, is when we can return, discover something that once eyes did not see, stroll down the memory lane to reminisce about something that is still left. Magic multiplies although we no longer see it, and it is never hard to carry, just needs a few shreds of sincerity. It is a chronicle of tales to tell, stories to seize, and season to sprout. Altogether. (💮) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ We arrive like an old friend that you met on a yellow bus in your school days, whose smile lighted up the sky and was reluctant to say goodbye. Shaped like the sun, bore your unspoken wishes like a promise of bringing them to see the dawn at sea, and witnessed your undimmed laughter after a bird foolishly caught perching on a tree. We are on your terrace like someone and something you have been longing for the most to share a piece with. A home. A shore. A lake. A garden. A sister. A brother. A best friend. We wish to be your one call away, the one to gently hug when downpour sways, and the one to wave at when the sun stays. Some may remember us as a mere experience and a stepping stone, some may even remember us as a flower that soon withers. It is not something to blame or find the fault at, but we are more than that. We offer a plate of generosity; summer pastures where delights stretched through the lines, and your hands lay on the table to grab a lemon that turns into a glass of lemonade. There’s more out there to explore, there’s more to change, timely. A familiarity, something to reconnect with, A colour of the clouds, dazed by the sun, Sapphire-clear, honey-covered, lovelier July. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Beside those aforementioned, Everl৻ꪆnging is always welcome if you wish to set up a coterie that really screams your niche interests and expertises in some occurrences! You can always embrace your own definition of loud and silence, dimness and beam, everything that lies on your plate. Be vulnerable and be fearless—that’s what makes us more human and live these lives. The summer is in yourself! See it, touch it, feel it. Bring your own magic back, and talk to us in any case you need some caresses on your back to knit the crack. Drop us a line with your heartful embrace! 🤍☺️ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤNewly Arrived. AESTIVAL-ITINERARY. ㅤㅤShenanigans. | Starting from July. <3 ㅤㅤGrandma’s Cottage: Terrace of Miracles. ㅤㅤMonday. Three-Hour Ornamentation. ㅤㅤWith Sherbet Punch, 10 a.m. - 01 p.m. ㅤㅤPlace: Jacaranda Chalet in Building A. ㅤㅤTuesday. A Session Pottery Workshop. ㅤㅤWith Caramel Apple, 10 a.m. - 03 p.m. ㅤㅤPlace: Canterbury Atelier in Building B. ㅤㅤWednesday. Practicum in Tea House. ㅤㅤWith Melon Bun, 12 p.m. until 04 p.m. ㅤㅤPlace: Jade Vine Tearoom, Building C. ㅤㅤThursday. A Session Baking Practice. ㅤㅤWith Honey Stars, 11 a.m. - 04 p.m. ㅤㅤPlace: Sunflower Bakery in Building D. ㅤㅤFriday. Four-Hour Needlecraft Course. ㅤㅤWith Choco Champ, 01 p.m. - 05 p.m. ㅤㅤPlace: Feverfew Factory in Building A. ㅤㅤExtracurricular. ㅤㅤ· Scriptwriting Class by Caramel Apple. ㅤㅤ· Musical Rehearsal by Choco Champ. ㅤㅤ· Theatre Troupe with Sherbet Punch. ㅤㅤ· Nature Volunteering with Honey Stars. ㅤㅤ· Magazine Forum leads by Melon Bun. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Upon the crocheted, heirloom tablecloth. Some people were made of fragmentary chandeliers, antique rugs and trousseau. Some people were made of rippled pond, fishes-shaped plate, and clovers. Some even were made of fruit-like teapot, name-embroidered napkin, and two glasses of juice. The way we were made is like how handkerchiefs are made by grandmothers with a sewing kit. With so much love, everbearing tenderness to wrap something useful, grandmothers always wear their hearts on their mittens to show the world that wrinkled hands and hair turning white are both traces of purity. Love is not something we can see, indeed, but we can always sense a home in it—very much resembles how this summer would be: sparkles through the purlins. To complete your character design, it is very advised to direct yourself here. (🧴) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ (🌁) TERRACE OF MIRACLES: TERMS OF SERVICE. Essential to scrutinise before ordering. Some services are merely seizable for the dwellers of this cottage. Visitors are advised to leave a loyalty mark on our home’s porch, @Everlonging, in the hope of not failing to join many quests. It is also an endeavour to prevent any mishap that may conduct. Various delightful occasions await as they have always been incorporated for our dwellers. The time of reception in this cottage is not linked to Evermores’ service. Pay attention to their own regulations that are written in their respective profiles. Entrance to the reservation begins at 10 a.m. and prolongs until 10 p.m. (GMT +7), in which case it is not limited by alteration or delay still. Nevertheless, intermediaries who bide behind the concierge desk welcome any occurrence relating to our service in general with prompt attention. Reservations are required to be appointed at least three hours before the sessions begin. Abrupt changes in an hour before the session begins require prior discussion with the individuals involved. Settlement has to be made in advance through QRIS (which is able to be scanned by all E-Wallets and Banks) within four hours¹ after the intermediaries assent the agreement. 

¹.) Provide us the heads-up if you encounter any inconvenience and are in need of a longer period to send the payment. 

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