🔔 / The bells are ringing all around the hollowed gold, and I, Ebra, am ready to join the glacial drift for my very own birthday. ✧ Every frost should be the mist, woven onto the 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 right away. 🪞
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🔮 Light gathers within his world in the hush of March. Calm on surface and holding many colors, a crystal shaped by restraint and clarity. Through the looking glass, each reflection leads to 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛, where silver stone remains at the core. ✶
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I lie back and let the day find me, grass warm against my shoulders and the sky hovering just beyond reach. In this calmness and quiet moment, I learn how love doesn’t have to ask to be felt. The way they wrap around you is already enough. Meet me this Saturday, would you?