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꒰ ｡𓏲ּ𝄢 ꒱ ‘CHICK & CAFÉ :
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Bell above the café door rings and tiny golden chick waddles in with sunshime in her pockter. Waffles warm, cookies crumble and laughter melts like honey in the air. The table is set for Hikaru.

A little brighter, a little sweeter like morning light pouring through café windows.☼. ˖

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The warmth of the campfire greeted us as the moon shone in the sky. Last night, we: Scarvaine’s Dohoon, Mertzlan’s Dohoon, Luthien’s Dohoon, Roesjad’s Dohoon, Letheris’ Dohoon & Koväc’s Dohoon spent a time filled with happiness!

Sweet marshmallows accompanied us as we shared stories from the past few days in front of the campfire. Scarvaine’s Dohoon, who brought a guitar at the time, helped set the mood with the melodious sound of its strings being plucked. The six of us then sang together while Roesjad’s Dohoon and Luthien’s Dohoon cooked the main dish deliciously, but when it was time to baste the grilled chicken, Luthien’s Dohoon remembered that there was an ingredient that hadn’t been bought, “Ya udah, habis ini gue beliin sekalian beli minuman, ya.” said Mertzlan’s Dohoon and Roesjad’s Dohoon just chuckled humorously, then Mertzlan’s Dohoon together with Koväc’s Dohoon he headed to the nearest supermarket, “Kak! Gua mau nitip es krim sama jajan juga!” Letheris’ Dohoon shouted to buy something too when his car was about to leave.

Some time later, when we all returned and the main course was ready, we didn’t go back to our tents because we still wanted to chat with each other. At the end, we spread out a mat in front of the tent and continued our conversation—suddenly, Scarvaine’s Dohoon playfully teased Koväc’s Dohoon and Letheris’s Dohoon making them scream in surprise and fear while we were talking about horror stories. Poor them, that was their fate that night.

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“Welcome… To A World That Should Have Remained In Fossils.”

Somewhere beyond the abandoned fences of Isla Nublar, the jungle still breathes with something ancient. What began as an experiment in genetic ambition has long escaped human control, leaving behind broken gates, silent laboratories, and echoes of creatures that once ruled the earth. Now the record reopens for those curious enough to step closer: observers, wanderers, and explorers of ALL LINERS and ALL GENDERS are welcome to examine the remnants of a world where nature proved it was never meant to be contained. 🪖

Hereby filing my entry into the record. With steady resolve, I present myself as (Name, @username), arriving under the identity (Muse). I’d be honoured to take my place among the expedition.

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