We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. Not myth nor legend; just marrow made real, sinew shaped by time and rot.

It does not gather it spreads. Breath tastes like iron, words drag behind us like chains, tearing quiet holes through flesh, and the earth stirs again; concrete splits, sigils flare uneven and burning.

This is not merely a call for admirers to marvel at. We are calling for aberrations fractured minds, splintered souls. Kin who smile at static, move with the low hum of rot, who feel most alive when things start coming apart.

I'm (name & username). I want to become part of @Monstaesan, and I'm ready to go through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration.

Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.

If you are here, you already know. You are late. The threshold aches. The nest stirs. The maw's already open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.

Happy one year Soigné and Soiders! 🥹🧡

Cebelapa imud ci kami 🥺🥺🍊
#KoChipsBday #SoignéBday #ZhëjBday 🌀🌀