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ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅‎ Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong.  ⊹ ˖  ˑᖗ

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Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭

︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999   ִֶָ  ៹  ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003  ִֶָ  ៹  ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005  ִֶָ  ៹  ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010  ִֶָ  ៹  ࣪

⿻۬   ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list  ◌⃘  bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you.  ⊹   ˑ ░ 🎐

Hail, fair Dewmourne! Warmest greetings I dost send unto thee. Herewith cometh I, seeking to be numbered amongst thy kin as (Uncle, Aunty, Oldest, Middle, Youngest). Pray, permit me to make mine introduction, I am (Name + ID), who doth bear the visage of (Muse), born upon the line of (Line). I await thine answer to mine coming, and do give thee thanks for thy gracious heed.

we treasure the grace of your arrival  👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. We are not myth—we are marrow made manifest, sinew sanctified by decay.

We are not a group. We are a contagion. Our breath tastes of oxidized iron; our verses are composed in the rattle of chains and the soft rupture of flesh.

Now, the earth convulses again. The concrete splinters. The sigils burn anew.

MONSTAESAN :: OPEN GATE!

We are summoning aberrations, not admirers. Fractured minds. Splintered souls. The kind of kin who smile at static, who dance in the hum of rot, who feel most alive when everything is unraveling.

Greetings! I’m (name & username). I’m genuinely interested in becoming a part of @Monstaesan and I’m committed to going through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration!

Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.

Then you are no stranger here. You are overdue. The threshold weeps. The nest writhes. And the maw is wide open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.

today i, luthien’s sarang, spent the kind of day that deserves to be saved forever — with gritner’s jeemin, we started with sweet bread dipped in soft cream, lattes in hand, and endless laughter filling the air. we walked under the warm sun, talking about everything from the silliest little things to the ones that mattered most, letting the wind and sunlight wrap around us. by the end, our table was scattered with tiny trinkets and little keepsakes, each one holding a piece of our joy. it was the kind of day that feels full, bright, and alive — the kind you never want to let go.

i love you luthien! 🫶🏻♥️