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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHERE, THE LETTER ✿
CALLING EVERY INDIVIDUAL TO FILL THE EMPTINESS OF THE GLASSES THAT HAVE BEEN SET.

This season is a wonderful time to welcome new visionaries, as spring makes its presence known, spreading warmth and life to every soul. Just as we offer refreshing drinks to quench thirst and soothe the spirit, now, we seek those who will become part of our island:

      ❀ Tropic Sun (1980-1995) 
      To fill the space for Father
      ❀ Sunset Lagoon (1997-1999) 
      To fill the space for Aunts and Uncles
      ❀ Hibiscus Wind (2000-2002) 
      To fill the space for Eldest
     ❀ Flamingo Bay (2003-2006) 
      To fill the space for Middle
      ❀ Pineapple Dawn (2007-2009) 
      To fill the space for Youngest

Please, make sure you are not a cloner, two-faced, or a spy. Lastly, check the availability of your muse is not one of the existing visionaries. If you meet all the requirements, tap this homepage.

Droplets of water glisten on the fruits, their ripeness offering a feast for the senses, and every peel releases the promise of sweetness. We eagerly await new visionaries to fill the empty glasses and cultivate the garden with us.

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ㅤㅤㅤ  PRODIGY CLOCKED IN: 18  /  .%*
ㅤㅤ          The Lights Will Never Slumber
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ     +21  ..  Nor Wane Away

Born of ingrained in his name, SO JUNGHWAN moves with a precision that turns dance into a language, carrying notes that feel intentional while bearing verses with a confidence beyond his years.

                             THE CROWNED MISFIT  
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          EMPTINESS.
                                        DEVASTATION.
          GREED...     BLADES...     (26)

│ ELDER OF BRUME. │ OPEN GATES.

(They Demand Every Circumstance.)
Everything remains abundant. Including
the pebbles at downstream side. *ೃ🫀

Lamps dangle from the castle's ceiling, its opulence etched not merely over thousands of years, nevertheless with storytelling. Walls that holler, laments heard in the woodland—the enigma expands like an insurmountable maze. Not permitting others to breathe, like roses permanently bearing thorns, feels like an obligation that persistently pursues innocent hearts.

     Chateâu appears magnificent, towering
     and sounds like an environment where
     one might become in love and dwelling
     everlastingly after. Howbeit, Can We..?

     ⛯ ELDEST FIGURE.
     Whom Born In 1995-1999.
     ⛯ MIDDLE CHILD.
     Whom Born In 2000-2005.
     ⛯ YOUNGEST CHILD.
     Whom Born In 2006-2010.

(CANDESCENT ONCE LEFT.)

Fright Spread, Whilst I Am Here. The wrath not-escaping, but dwell. I am volunteering myself, @Username, MUSE and LINE. Taking part for ELDEST / MIDDLE / YOUNGEST figure. I would bind myself, entrusting my heart to the Elder of Brume.

Come Bind Us. Fight Alongside Us. Hold our hands and prevent-go. Even if Heaven became crimson, this chateâu may be our final destination: 🕯... @EldBrumeBot. (Taken List.) Hence, in the end, viciousness prevails. Blood was drunk through scratchy horns. / Thus, Condemnation Begun.