Telegram channel "Bield-Sojourn: Banquet of Rose." — @ATRAMENTAS

Bield-Sojourn: Banquet of Rose.

19 Nov 2025, 11:20

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(AE-U, XCVI.) OMEN RITES ⚰
Bield-Sojourn: Rosecairn. ⁺

༒ … I stand. Sit Still. I stagger in omen-lit sojourns along the wither-spun hush of rosebound cairns, drifting through the disrepair of vows eroded and reclaimed by dusk-born forces, wagering for the sinews. I thread myself through omen-soaked passages of decayed rose rites, where forgotten hearts collapse into quiet stone and the earth reclaims its dues; (1.) Profile Needs (2.) Writing Commision. Obscured Sanctum: @ROSECAIRN

Broaden my percentage as I heed the omen’s arithmetic. Threading myself over the deteriorate of sentiments long forfeited to the ground.

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COMPENDIUM ROSECAIRN. ༒

THE ROSE YOU LEFT IN MY RIBS STILL BLEEDS WHEN I SPEAK YOUR NAME. Quiet Requiem, Yearn @ROSECAIRN. ⁺

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Bield-Sojourn: Banquet of Rose.

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Bield-Sojourn: Banquet of Rose.

18 Nov 2025, 16:04

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(BANQUET: @ROSECAIRN.) You touched me and suddenly the grave in my chest remembered what it felt like to hold something living. I devoured you like a starving creature pretending to be a man, tasting your kindness as though it were the last drop of light left in this forsaken world. Still, you returned—bruised, breathless, blooming. 🩸⚰

You call me yours, but you don’t see how my love bruises the things it worships. "How do I keep you safe when my devotion cuts deeper than my teeth?" Tell me, before I damn the rose that dared to bloom in my darkness: FORMAT. ༒

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18 Nov 2025, 16:04

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(BANQUET: @ROSECAIRN.) You touched me and suddenly the grave in my chest remembered what it felt like to hold something living. I devoured you like a starving creature pretending to be a man, tasting your kindness as though it were the last drop of light left in this forsaken world. Still, you returned—bruised, breathless, blooming. 🩸⚰

You call me yours, but you don’t see how my love bruises the things it worships. "How do I keep you safe when my devotion cuts deeper than my teeth?" Tell me, before I damn the rose that dared to bloom in my darkness: MUTUAL-DATA. ༒

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