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Eternity Magazine-October Issue
🎃✨Spooktacular Stories, Adventures, Sweet Treats, Gossip, and tales to leave you gasping for more! 🎃✨
Get yours at: eternitymagazine.net
📖🔮Thank you from all of the Eternity Staff!📖🔮
Eternity Magazine - August
🌙✨ ETERNITY MAGAZINE – AUGUST EDITION ✨🌙 The secrets are hotter than the summer sun...
From Orgrimmar's coded gardens to Silvermoon's most scandalous summer soirees, Eternity is pulling no punches this month. Did Lady Dracone really hex her rival's hair into ivy vines? Who was spotted sneaking out of Raven Aquilo’s dressing room at the Firelight Fête?
📖 Read it. Gossip it. Deny everything. ➡️ Out now in enchanted print and glamour-scroll.
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Eternity Magazine - August
🌙✨ ETERNITY MAGAZINE – AUGUST EDITION ✨🌙 The secrets are hotter than the summer sun...
From Orgrimmar's coded gardens to Silvermoon's most scandalous summer soirees, Eternity is pulling no punches this month. Did Lady Dracone really hex her rival's hair into ivy vines? Who was spotted sneaking out of Raven Aquilo’s dressing room at the Firelight Fête?
📖 Read it. Gossip it. Deny everything. ➡️ Out now in enchanted print and glamour-scroll.
Read ALL about it: eternitymagazine.net
Eternity Magazine by The Silvermoon Registry
✨🌙 ETERNITY MAGAZINE 🌙✨ Whispers in Velvet. Secrets in Silk. Magic on Every Page.
Step into the shimmer between moments, where dragon fire dances with moonlight and scandal hides behind sapphire eyes. 💋
💫 Fashion from the Fey Courts 💫 Forbidden Letters Leaked 💫 Spellbound Recipes & Enchanted Interiors 💫 Who Kissed Whom? Find Out.
📜 Now fluttering through portals and Tumblr feeds everywhere. 💄🕯️ Because darling... Eternity never goes out of style.
Our newest issue will be released on July 1st! Until then, sate your curiosity, drink in the scandal, tantalize your taste buds, and head to: Eternitymagazine.net
The table...
If These Walls Could Weep: The Silvermoon Registry Speaks
I was not built so much as breathed into existence.
Raised not by hammer nor chisel alone, but by spell and soul, by starlight caught in crystal, by runes etched in time. My foundations are ancient stone, warmed with the touch of moonborn hands, and my spires sing when the wind carries elven song from the boughs of the Eversong Woods. I remember the day I opened my eyes, though I have none. I remember the first step taken across my threshold, though I have no feet. I remember because I am memory... bound and etched into every slab of marble, every curling rail of goldleaf filigree, every whisper that glides like perfume down my vaulted halls.
I am the Silvermoon Registry.
I have been called a building, a vault, a library, a record hall, a sanctum of statecraft and secrets, but truly, I am a keeper. I cradle names in ink and flame, from the humblest stableboy to the heirs of houses older than stars. I house the sighs of lovers pressed against columned shadows, and the fury of queens who found betrayal tucked between treaty and signature. I know your grandmother’s name before your mother is born. I remember every birth. Every death. Every handfasting and betrayal and pledge and lie, pressed between pages like a pressed winter rose… delicate, yes, but impossible to forget.
My corridors are long, curling like the tendrils of a wisteria vine in bloom. The floors? Oh, child, they shine. Polished so you might mistake them for water, until you see your reflection and wonder what lies beneath. Stained glass windows kiss my insides with color when morning comes, washing the high arches in lavender, rose, and emberlight. The glass itself holds enchantments—listen close, and it will hum the names of those who stood in its light during vows sworn in truth.
There are rooms here few ever enter, doors carved with old draconic script and sigils that resist even the most clever tongue. Some contain scrolls that burn the breath from your lungs when read aloud. Some house tiny bottles filled with the breath of the dying, caught in time, weeping softly against their crystal prison. Others? Only she holds the key.
Ah... she.
Lady Amariesse Starsinger Dracone.
She walks within me as if I were an old friend, her fingers trailing along bannisters like she’s tracing a thought she can’t quite name. She wears sorrow like silk, and love like armor. Her presence is quiet thunder, never loud, yet everything bends slightly toward her. When she smiles, it is the rarest thing in the world... not because she does it so infrequently, but because I feel it, deep in my bones. She is as much mine as I am hers. Her tears have fallen in my halls and made the stones bloom. Her laughter has echoed through chambers where only ghosts dared linger. She has buried her dead within me, not in crypts, but in books... each name inked with trembling hand beneath candlelight, as if she could keep them alive in the telling.
Her office overlooks the square, her balcony draped in ivy and gentle lanterns. At night, she sits with her tea, iced peach, and watches the city breathe. She does not know I listen. She thinks she is alone. But I hear the prayers whispered into her cup. I hear her ask the stars if they still remember him. The one with the hat. The one who never came home. And the others, the others that never stayed.
There are others who dwell within me. The Registry members... Ana, the ever-diligent librarian, now lost in a tome, who arranges chaos with a meticulous fury. Her hair always falls in her eyes. She murmurs to the tomes when no one is looking, as if offering apology for moving them. Fae, the priestess with eyes like polished dawn, glides like smoke...soft where others crash. She has sung in my halls during storm, and the storm stopped to listen. They are family, not by blood, but by bond. Bound in loss and longing, in duty and hope.
I have watched as war brewed outside my gates, and as lovers declared the world anew between stacks of dusty ledgers. I have listened to the crack of hearts breaking and the hush of secrets shared beneath candlelight. I have heard names whispered as if they were forbidden spells, and others shouted in triumph across balconies during festival nights. I have seen ghosts dance in the reflection of the old mirror by the western stairwell, where no one dares linger past the stroke of moonrise.
If you asked me, do I regret? I would say no.
I remember.
I remember everything.
And I will keep remembering. That is what I was made to do.
So if you ever find yourself walking my corridors alone, and the air tastes like memory, and your name echoes back to you in a voice you do not recognize... do not be afraid.
It is only me.
And I know who you are.
(via watercolor, painting, landscape)
Filing: Disillusion of Marriage
Let it be known that in the month of January, the year 2025, that the union of Sir Asland Wintervale Dracone and Lady Amariesse Wintervale Dracone was legally dissolved by mutual agreement. As well, the Lady was given right to return her legal name to Lady Amariesse Starsinger Dracone and further, Sir Asland was given right to return his name to Sir Asland Wintervale.
This is lawfully entered into the annuals of the Silvermoon Registry, the history of the Sin'dorei peoples, and the Horde nation.
Filing: Notice of Death
It is hereby recorded into the annuals of the Silvermoon Registry, that in the month of January, year of 2025, a male, known only as 'Kolven' was found dead just outside the gates of Silvermoon. The body was seen to by local Undertaker, Ta'var Grimmons. No cause of death has been officiated as of the time of this filing. Let this filing be notice to those of the Sin'dorei peoples and to the Horde Nation.
Elle Kemp @ Ridge & Furrow (@ridge_and_furrow)
Heading into the basement, the -little- pantry.
The Registry Table.
Change Unfolding
(We, The Silvermoon Registry, have changed our name with our migration to Moonguard. Please look for us under the banner of Fate's Whisper. As well, we are very pleased to announce, albeit extremely nervous, our newest endeavor, Eternity Magazine. Take a look and read, if you will. We would love your feedback and thank you for your time!)
Eternity Magazine
The blonde mage sat alone on the ship that was her temporary home, quill at the ready. Having paused from the entry into her journal, her mind rolled back over the last few months, images playing out scene after scene. After a time, a low, barely uttered sigh freed from her lungs and she began again. "How very different this place is from home. How unalike the people are from those I've become long familiar with. I ask myself daily, 'Will I become used to it, to them? And in turn, they with me and mine? For now, I have no answers to afford myself. No truths to quiet my troublesome worries."
"We have begun making changes, putting down some roots, at least for now. I see some headway, indeed some hope, in the others if not myself. Just today we release our foray into a new venture. I can only pray that we find some measure of success in it."
Riesse's eyes drifted from the pages of her journal to the glossy magazine sitting next to it. Picking it up, the tips of her fingers ran over the cover and following pages as the hint of a melancholy smile ghosted across her lips. "The Fates have brought us here. Let us hope that they are kind."