Some traditions begin quietly.Ours started with a camera, a little too much Christmas spirit, and the simple idea of “Let’s do something fun.” Now, three years later, it has become non-negotiable. Every December, without discussion, without debate, we do the Christmas
Not many people know about the Hidden Library in Cats Hollow.And that is exactly how it wants it. LM: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Zaitsev/21/167/38 It doesn’t announce itself. No sign, no invitation. You don’t find it by searching — you find it by slowing
The apartment is quiet in that special way only winter mornings know.Not silent — just softened.Light drifts in through sheer curtains, the kind that never fully close the world out. Somewhere between the kitchen and the living room, the day
The garden felt different once the snow began to thicken—less peaceful, more watchful.As if the cold carried its own intentions. I stepped forward anyway, the gown trailing like a shadow stitched in red. The color didn’t simply contrast with the
The snow doesn’t fall here.It shimmers.It whispers.It chooses who gets to sparkle back. SYNNERGY.TAVIS//Frostlace Ballroom (Skybox & Backdrop) MAINSTORE MARKETPLACE Steps, soft as secrets, carry me through a palace that seems carved from winter dreams.White cats pause their adventures to
December definitely has a hidden switch somewhere. You go from calm, neutral autumn vibes to a peppermint dream so quickly, it feels like the world glitched overnight and woke up screaming “CHRISTMAS!!!” in capital letters. The hallway she walks through
It started as a perfectly reasonable plan. Just a quick stroll to pick up the last gifts. Nothing wild. Nothing unpredictable. QUINN by AVAgirl For Reborn & Waifu | LaraX & PetiteX | Legacy, Bombshell & Perky | Kupra |
I’ve had a Discord channel again for some time now. Back when I was still active on IMVU and ran the Radiant Belles modeling agency there, there was a server like this, and I always really enjoyed the community spirit.
The neon greeted me like a familiar contradiction—too bright to trust, too honest to ignore.Screens flickered in broken patterns, their glitches looping like questions no one had the courage to ask.I stepped inside, and the room reacted the way machines
The rink reopened this morning, still smelling faintly of fresh ice and pine garlands, and I couldn’t resist being one of the first to test it. Cats Hollow always feels a little enchanted in winter, but the market lights and