⊹ • • 🎭 • • ⊹ • • !!WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME!! Come inside quickly and take your seats, because the performance is about to begin!! 🏛️🎶 • • A house inspired by Sandrone and the elegant spirit of Fontaine+Snezhnaya, brought to life through rich red, yellow/brown, and blue accents..

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Americas Server Replica ID: 193877232153 This is attempt to fill out the inside of the Nod Krai mansion in as much of a Nod Krai style as I could! The first floor is a cozy restaurant-pub with a bar in the back and several seating areas. The rooms on the first floor include a Hexenzirkel-style lounge (with room for 1 witchy companion), a Frostmoon Scions style library, and a mini Curatorium of Secrets. The second floor has several seating areas as well as places to display pictures and collectibles, and room for 2 companions. The rooms on the second floor include a cute and colourful Krumkake Craftshop inspired bedroom, and a Lightkeeper-style dormitory. Sorry for not including a furnishing list— the enhancement progression calculator isn't reading the replica ID. Hopefully it works for you guys— I double-checked the numbers several times.

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭🏹 ˚.⁺⊹🌹 • • ⊹Where every room tells a different story.⊹ Built from dreams, winds, chalk and stars... • A house inspired by Albedo, Durin, Wanderer, Nahida, Hexenzirkel, and if regions, then Mondstadt, Sumeru and a little Fontaine..

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Name: Miri (short for Mirisage (mi-ra-sa-jh how the hell do you write rhis), a name that originates from an ancient ritual performed in the past two call upon the Arche-Mother) Age: 31 Occupation: florist in one of the major metropolis' in Underfall

Yeah, plenty of thought's on it that I'm not quite ready to share yet, but I'm sure I'll get round to adding to this as I arrange all my thoughts and emotions it evoked, but for now all I can really say, especially while watching it in a totally clear mindset for the first time in years... Yeah... Absolutely Beautiful piece of creative story telling. It affected me quite deeply, so much more than i expected it to - and don't we all wish in our secret hearts to find that one person we can truly say they don't just look at us, but *see* us, behind all the bullsh*t and false faces and masks we all unconsciously wear day-to-day through life - and not only truly see us, but when we (truly) see them too behind the walls we build around ourselves to keep us safe (or so we think) - We find a heart underneath that - if we were able to~ Ping their beats next to each others heartbeats - and see how well we truly rhyme with them. (Thank you Josh Ritter for being able to para-phrase that beautiful lyric) Anyone that has found that person in their lives i can truly say you're so lucky, and won't deny I envy you - because, it seems to me, that you have truly found a Heaven on Earth. Nandemonaiya, i guess... (And I honestly went intro writing this post without any idea or intention of sharing my thoughts on it right now, yet the feelings somehow find their form in words in tandem to my typing of them...

The last funeral he bought flowers for was for his mother. His mother taught him years ago, when he was just a boy, that by the grace of the Arche-Mother Asherah, humans were allowed to live upon the sorrows of a moon bygone. For Her grace, they must offer up their lives to paying back a debt that they themselves hadn't signed. And so, Miri tended to the flowers. He worked in his mother's shop from time to time, showing brides where to get the prettiest flowers for their wedding, shy young men where to find the perfect flowers for a newly wished love, even old widows who merely wanted to reminisce of a home long gone. But the saddest part for baby Miri was to help people pick out flowers for the death of a loved one. People would come in, red eyes and trembling, and the first time, the poor boy couldn't hold in his tears, for a love that wasn't even his. Since then, he's helped. No matter who died, what sins they committed, by the grace of Her Highness, he helped them. For in the Arche-Mother's words, the slow dying, inconceivable death of a wilting lily would much rather end its life in the presence of another who's creation had ceased than die alone with its body festered with parasites. But Miri stopped after his mother died. Since a young age, he'd believed the Arche-Mother would protect all, no matter what they were, who they were. The Daughter of Life was supposed to give. She didn't give anything when the boy's mother died at the hands of another in cold blood. He believed in Her, dedicated his entire life to Her. He believed She would help whenever one called. But She never did. Was it all a lie? A false hope planted by the gods? What were the gods created for, if all they did was take? And so, Miri turned to a hand that had touched Death for his own solace. Sins piling up on each other like rotting bodies. He would do anything to take back everything he's done, to live as a simple florist in a simple town with his mother and lover. Only the last remained. He doesn't know how much longer that will stay, either.

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