Birth of Horus was like a legacy in broad daylight, thunder and rain were nothing.
Law and justice blossomed between the fingers. Yet, what would be beheaded but the malice of the elder brother of his father? From gray of desert and ruins of vengeance, a novel house grew—merely from womb, but an oath. 𓃣

IS  YOUR  HEART  LIGHT  ENOUGH  TO  BE  WEIGHED,  YET  STRONG  ENOUGH  TO  WITHSTAND GALE?

None promises a throne nor a kingdom. Come see your holy offspring taken list. Verse in our arms, there will be a dwelling. More than a dwelling place, but an abode of meaning. Cloth carries the blood of the gods' stories. Chant the sorcery of vitriol;

Let these carved words reach the keepers of the sacred archives: Through the sands of time, I, (@Username) Named at birth as (Full Name) Stand illuminated by (Muse) whose radiance shaped the year (Birth Year). present myself before the eternal pillars. May the scribes of Thoth find worth in this humble offering. Eternal gratitude for this audience.

Possess your faith and open the door @Ruhmerbot. With every noisy step of Ma'at's dancing feet, you might thwart your evil intentions. Remind yourself of sins that are solid as currency in the court of the hereafter. Duat is increasingly open to attracting the testimonies of life's little souls. ⚱

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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], 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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