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(…) A tender creature of whimsy, as

though plucked from a dream spun in silk and starlight.

February 03, 2004 | “Behind Rosy Cheeks!”

(Introduction…) I tread softly through a realm of lace, where all is quaint and beguiling, and the air itself hums with the gentle notes of an endless serenade. In my presence lingers the delicate fragrance of roses, a tender token of beauty I carry, unassuming yet endearing, wherever I may wander! 𓋹 𓋹 𓋹

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Verily, let it be known⠀ ⠀who finds endless that this creation is⠀ ⠀delight in weaving but humble homage,⠀ ⠀ Naoi Rei’s essence penned and brought⠀ ⠀ personality into the to life by a soul, one⠀ ⠀ word and whim. ♥︎♥︎

⠀⠀⠀ 𓅛┊ 𝟒𝟒𝟒 ⋆ Priellé Shaneice, L. XII ⊹

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Pray, be seated with utmost poise, as though a duchess at tea, and ready your quills, for notes shalt you surely take!

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