We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. Not myth nor legend; just marrow made real, sinew shaped by time and rot.

It does not gather it spreads. Breath tastes like iron, words drag behind us like chains, tearing quiet holes through flesh, and the earth stirs again; concrete splits, sigils flare uneven and burning.

This is not merely a call for admirers to marvel at. We are calling for aberrations fractured minds, splintered souls. Kin who smile at static, move with the low hum of rot, who feel most alive when things start coming apart.

I'm (name & username). I want to become part of @Monstaesan, and I'm ready to go through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration.

Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.

If you are here, you already know. You are late. The threshold aches. The nest stirs. The maw's already open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.

New Year’s Day unfolded slowly in the kitchen, filled with the scent of fresh cookies and quiet laughter. 🍪🤍
Crowther’s Nahyun spent the afternoon decorating each batch with care, while Ignarev’s Stella stayed close, turning the simple act of baking into something warm and shared.

between cooling trays and soft conversations, gifts were exchanged wrapped with intention, opened with smiles meant for the year that had just begun. no countdown, no rush. just the first day of the year, made sweeter together. 💌🎶

          
𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖲 𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖣
𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖣 𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸. ☎️

Refer trace to be turned. (above the moment.) That created amid the chaotic. 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘀. 🎍 ‎

Considered dynamic of memory could be blissfullness. Stepped all the love to sending encountered ⏰🪡 Words flip to snapshot it, in today’e sessions we are continuing our existences to send all the best wishes for @SoigneSolace, and @WISHAZEE on your mensive day. We make mess in calmness.

Journals——murmur us with thrilled and love, may  every space and every soleil be a witnessed of your pleasure memories.

                 With sincerity, @DeCrowther 🧡
          

ㅤㅤ𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ㅤ  TIKE LUNELIA
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   1ST OPEN GATE 𖹭.ᐟ

the chime resounds like a lullaby stitched from stars, while the soft patter of footsteps stirs a reverie of wonder and wistful delight. the air shimmers with euphoric hush, as if the universe itself is exhaling a pastel sigh.

ㅤㅤㅤ 💗: [ @LuneliaBot. ] 𓂃 ·‌·♡

here to illuminate the hush and if you're dreaming of a specific visage (mid–love) and excuse who held a first moved. “a sounding to heart, the button is going to start with lovely@LuneliaBot invitation.

i, (name &. username) as illit potrayal (your muse) will join the invitation party on a dreamland.

don't forget to glimpse the celestial roster here: our lunelias woman! 🏹🩷   
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