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ㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦—𝟭𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗘
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We seek for those unknowingly vampires, werewolves, witches, travelers or humans willing to wander the endless corridors of shadow where the breath of the sky grows thin and the air is heavy with the perfume of long-dead centuries. It thickens with the slow heartbeat of our dominion, staining the moon and quieting the restless stars until the heavens themselves seem to kneel in reverence. Most will walk past blindness, their mortal senses dulled to the weight gathering beneath their steps. A marked few will feel it, a faint tremor in the blood.

This gate arch swallows all light and breath for AESPA PORTRAYERS. / The threshold simply stands it bends toward you, drawn as if by an unbroken chain of vows sworn in another age. We are patient yet restless, watching as you stand before the unseen opening. And when at last the gate yawns to its fullest, it will take those it desires.
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All hail, Aescendants! I, (Name & @.Username), call forth the last to stand as (Muse) before the hidden gate unseals and the dominion’s breath seeps into the mortal wind. Take the step, and I will be claimed as your own.

Spy, cloners and double dorms are strictly prohibited. Once your choice is sealed, place it in hands to @AescendaantBot.
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HAJIMA HAJIMA HAJIMA ❌

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────────   INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.

It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lost—of those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. “We are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.” Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.

And the dawn splinters along with my arrival on the grove of @Kheraeld. The name is, [NAME], [USERNAME] wherein disguised as [MUSE, LINE], it is sufficient to say that I am riveted to remain within the custody of Kheraeld. The bloods may intertwine because of the veins that overlap, hence the roots. Permit me, permit me to linger among you as I believe that we align well. Much obliged for the consideration.

( ... CLASPED SEATS.) 𖬺 (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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Charisma is not worn, it is borne — as though etched into one’s very stature. The world of modeling is not a mere stage, but a throne upon which allure is crowned. With every gaze, the figure commands reverence; with every stride, nobility is unveiled.
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