5. Roesjad dibacanya Rowsjat bukan Rusyat.

6. Roesjad sebetulnya anagram dari kata "Rose" dan bahasa Arab "Jad/جَاد" yang berarti bersungguh-sungguh/pemberian, kalau digabungkan artinya bisa jadi "Cinta yang sungguh-sungguh" (karena mawar merah umumnya melambangkan cinta) atau "Mawar Pemberian" begitu~

7. Kami diam-diam panggil kalian Rusli bukan Seroja.

8. Jiyu kami adalah scrunchie.

9. Roesjad punya Artificial Intelligence namanya Mia AI.

10. Roesjad punya Stella asli impor dari Korea Selatan.

11. Roesjad pernah menang lomba mewarnai di salah satu event-nya Scythe.

12. Roesjad D-nya PDD abaDi.

13. Roesjad aslinya Korizen.

14. Roesjad rajin upchar

15. Zodiak Roesjad sagitarius.

16. Suka ngide prompt buat nulis tapi yang bikin cuma beberapa aja. []

17. Agustus tahun 1945...

🏹  …  /  THE DRAWERS, HEAVY WITH ROTE, SEAL THEMSELVES SHUT.

Solitaire motes hang in the slant of March 15th. Caught between the breath of porch curtains and the quiet decay of yesterday’s date on the wall calendar. Time doesn’t pass here; it settles. 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦—𝘰𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮. Napolitan tray rests: swirls of strawberry cream bleeding into vanilla reveries and dark chocolate confessions.

This room? Painted in more than pigment. It’s stained with pauses. And not just a day, but an artifact. It’s edged with intentionality: six zines folded like origami prayers slipped through mailslots of blade hearts; @HeartSteallar, @GhostOfMorthen, @Roesjad aimed not at eyes but ribs. They will return to this date again. Not because they must. But because something 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 refuses extinction. It pulses still … in subtext, in margins, in ink that smudges like pine.

𝘊𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥,
𝘉𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘫𝘦, @TheCaintje 𝁘
(𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸.)

𖧷 — (Beneath The Obsidian Veil, We Murmur Not
With Tongues, But With The Cadence Of Memory)

Eclipsed cycles spiral, inexorable and spectral, leaving etchings of trials endured. Bonds, hewn in the crucible of silent tempests and ephemeral mirth, remain unyielding—smoldering, eternal, like coals buried in midnight.

      To  our  fellow  paguyuban and  kindred souls,
      we  tread   beside   you through   the  mists of
      existence — @Roesjad, @GhostOfMorthen, @HeartSteallar — each
      presence of a sigil, each name an incantation.

              “Within this conclave of shadows,
                  we converge in hush, attuned
                      to the gravity of what we
                          bear, the luminance
                            of what endures.”

May the obsidian dusk cradle your steps, may the night vigil over your hearths, and may the cords that entwine you remain inviolable. In this shadowed convocation, we are sanctuary.

ㅤㅤ   With solemn regard and eternal fidelity,
ㅤㅤ   — Dominguez Family
ㅤ       Wardens of shadow, keepers of the bond,
ㅤ       fire that never dies.