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guys, unsubs aja ya tolong, kami udah unsubs channel kalian dan sebagian udah sfs ulang. jadi yang ini di unsubs aja yaaa, terimakasih 🩷
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🍄 ANNOUNCEMENT 🍄
To our beloved neighbors,
We would like to inform you that Kheraeld has moved to a new channel. As we settle into our new home, we will be conducting SFS again to reconnect with our neighbors and rebuild our bonds.
Please note that we will also be leaving your family channel as part of this transition.We sincerely thank you for all the warmth and support you have shared with us. May your roots remain strong and your days be filled with peace and kindness. With gratitude, Kheraeld.
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Repost from N/a
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𓉸 ，(LUCID ORNAMENT)
SMELLED: OF CANDLE. 📒🕊 ֗⠀♪
#IVEIntoDreams / illusory of glam, continuum in corner of cozy house 27/05/2026 sunkissed was radiances, remembered every windosill giving some hustles from the wind. 🎀
premises of gazes from the skies
giving some lacerates tender
ㅤ enchant in another frames of
ㅤ polaroid snapped.
roses petalled of, IVE. around the seraphic, in the corner of noir that giving some elavated stories underneath the sunlight, thereupon light surrendering by pearlescent noir... ✿ ✉️
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Repost from The Calsearth Ledger: Ales of The Old World
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It started with Kheraeld's Lia casually mentioning that she wanted a fancy dinner. No special occasion, no real reason, just a sudden thought that sounded good in the moment. Of course, she added one small condition: Calsearth's Leehan would be the one paying. She said it so naturally that it almost sounded fair. Almost.
Calsearth's Leehan already knew better than to question it too much. With Kheraeld's Lia, plans rarely made sense anyway. Somehow they always began with a random idea and ended with the two of them sitting somewhere nicer than expected.
So the night unfolded with warm lights above the table, food that looked almost too pretty to touch at first, and an easy conversation that filled the time without either of them noticing. In the end, it wasn't really about the fancy dinner Kheraeld's Lia had insisted on. It was just another ordinary night that somehow turned memorable, the kind that begins with a mischievous idea and ends with two friends laughing over a meal one of them definitely didn't plan to pay for.
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what began as nothing more than an idea unexpectedly became real. who would have guessed it would be us? before we knew it, the journey had brought us together, walking side by side in the afternoon while breathing in the fresh air. we did so many things that we completely lost track of time. everyone enjoyed each moment of togetherness, sharing jokes, doing silly things that made us laugh uncontrollably, taking turns being photographed until some of us practically collapsed from exhaustion (a little hyperbole). we picked small flowers and placed them behind each other’s ears, and even bought flowers as a reminder to keep caring for and blossoming them, just like the friendship we’ve built and hope will continue to grow. everything was filled with laughter, happiness, and smiles. that is where the joy of our little journey in search of fresh air truly lived. may we stay together and always make time to walk together again someday 🍃💓
FRAMEBOUND: Kheraeld's Lia, Sjarn's Nachcha, Hjert's Eunbin, Liesbon's Karina, Majerle's Giselle, Courthlace's Yoonseo, Geisler's Yeji, Wendissle's Karina, Lachaise's Seoyeon, and Wyrmharrow's Giselle.
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+3Tonight felt softer than usual. Kheraeld’s Keonho had been talking about ramen all week, the steam, the broth, the comfort after long days. So when Luthien’s Ian met him under the dim streetlights, the excitement between them was quiet, but warm.
The ramen place welcomed them with fogged windows and simmering scent. Ian slid closer instead of sitting across, shoulders brushing. When the bowls arrived, steam curled between their faces. Keonho confidently took a big bite without waiting for it to cool, trying to act unfazed only to blink from the heat a second later. Ian laughed softly, then proudly lifted his perfectly soft-boiled egg, showing it off like a tiny trophy before placing it back into the broth.
Outside was chilly, but at their table, between soft murmurs and hands brushing under it, the night felt just right.
