A letter to the Merlinverse
As fireworks fly and echo through the air, wisps of cheerful energy and mana flow like threads. And a quill materializes, brimming with colors and hues, with powder akin to a fairy wings' dust-- It flits through, and a gloved hand grasps it, scrawling onto thin air-
'Dear fellow Creators, actors (characters), Magisters, from across this vast and boundless expanse of universes-Thank you, for all the days of cheer and love gifted-'
'Thank you, for the adventures unforgettable and unwavering support! Let this new dawn, be our rise to newer heights. To you- A toast! - Ludovic Whiteridge'
'Thank you, for the boundless warmth during the past year of 2024. Here to you, and to these new days. Great luck, health, prosperous thriving and unshakable spirits, to hope kindled but never extinguished. Remember- You're stronger than you suspect. And where you come from, you've come from. Best of regards, your truly - Harlequin P.S : And take good care of yourselves! Be, stay safe and hydrate! >:('
--Somewhere amidst the snow and chill of Holistone, the soft jingles of copper cow and sheep bells rings. A lone masked figure stands, the long, messy fur of light auburn, dark greys and whites sway in the winds. Catching the quill of magic, he draws into a waltz-like dance of circling, drawing lines in the air as he does-
'May your year, and forevermore, be filled with joys and sincerest of camaraderie!' -The Dancer taps his staff on the ground in firm finality- '(Да бъде!) So be it! May you soar, high and far, heart ablaze with love endless!' -Another firm tap on the ground- '(Да бъде!) So be it! Fearlessly ride on the winds with the run of Mistress time! May you come in triumph! Rebound from every fall stronger, tougher and wiser! So be it! (Да бъде!)' -The Missing taps his staff onto the ground, a final resounding clang of his bells.
-A soothing hum echoes from seemingly afar, a song of no lyrics but playful and cheery tones. As a furry, clawed hand grasps the quill, the cryptid's lines sure and sharp motions, yet with a flair of elegant cursive looping. Weaving his own blessings into the tapestry-
'The days coming will challenge and reward handsomely, the brave and the running, lessons waiting to be etched and learnt. Be resilient, be steady with a vigilant mind, know when to regroup from battles - So you'll return to the field trice as armed, and victory, is yours...Should you know where, how to play your cards dealt & gained. Forge forth your fate, dear Magisters and Directors. (creators), Only you hold the threads.'
Soaring through horizons and lands, a weathered hand claps it in firm hold, a steady sure gaze of neutrality gazing. Before swiping across the air in movements both languid, and sharp, precise-
'May your hands not stain, wish this new year and all the ones following, bring you perspectives that you'd not known. So the lessons and tolls on your shoulders lessen in weight, pass smoother rather than thunders and tsunami tides. Hold your compass when you venture, and weigh your risks well, the price you wish to pay. And may the dues you owe, are owed, be paid in full. Not every sea, can be sailed with ease. Watch for currents and underwater vortexes. ..The quiet waters, are most cunning to beware.'
At last, the quill lands in the hands of one- A gleeful and mischievous spirit yet also person, like two twins in a house or gallery of mirrors. A light, knowing smile of warm quiet wisdom on her lips as she scrawls. The final few touches.
"Hello, and Happy New year to all! The previous year was... an up and down ride, like the heartbeat line on a monitor. I lost, and gained (Loved ones moving onto other planes on their own journeys, companions who were with me since childhood and a new one to grow old with me. A taste of the world in the form of travelling both in my country and outside, experiences- where pleasant, where more of a lesson with varying harshness or lightness..), and within that year I found my creative flames once more. Just as I had lost them. I came back stronger, or so at least I hope.
The end of 2024 was 1000% let loose and of total indulgence, in a way also my rock bottom. But amidst all of that, in that year, I also found... You. This wild, warm, wonderful community. And I'm thankful beyond words for it. And it all started, when I stumbled upon an add for AFKJ- what? Two? Three?? Years ago, while browsing YouTube for something to listen to in the background, or for Genshin Spiral Abyss strats.
And then I hopped onto this new game, fell in love with it, with Esperia - Just when Song of Strife was around the corner to drop. Then my spark for creation has been lit and flared, and here we are with the rest being history. Wild how things work, huh?
With all of this said and done-- Rock on, Merlinverse and everyone over this crazy circus called reality! Shine radiantly as always, you got this! Let's conquer this 2025 and the ones to come!" - Finch/Crow
@meepinmeat, @bunnybird-afk, @windmaedchen-oceanhorn, @fgfirenation, @gloriousrebirth, @wilderhyperfoxations, @magister-violyste, @bentleydings, @laylinara, @feli026, @jailrose, @confusedeldritch, @kurokid1412, I might've missed someone, I hope not-















