ㅤ (08: BLISSFUL DAY.) THESE HOUSES BREATHE SLOWLY THROUGH ITS… — House of Caintje: Blood on Their Hands, Whispers of the Slaughter. — TG.ME

ㅤ (08: BLISSFUL DAY.) THESE HOUSES BREATHE SLOWLY   THROUGH   ITS   𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎   𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚. At daybreak, a deceased crow was discovered amidst the wheat. Father suggested we permit it to rest, noting that all creatures must meet their destiny. We complied, albeit with a sense of unease. There are days when one’s thoughts stray toward less noble sentiments, bringing envy and resentment home. Such heavy spirits accompanied us through the fields this morning. To @Hjerts, @Kiiiverses, @ChroniclesOfBerg, @LaSiegern and @BoschDeLamer, whose names are whispered by the breeze, may your dwellings withstand every passing tempest. May grace dwell within your homes more enduringly than sorrow and may every path, however circuitous, guide you safely back to your cherished ones. ㅤ