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O gentlemen, the lover of arts! Come follow the calling before the house burning. B'cause we exult to all knocking—VEORTIST comes to end the o-crying. 🎶

The bells now ring to call the artists we sought: a-wonderin CORTIS portrayers who crave affinitie to find out what kind of verse will your life be. A newcomer we are, so there'll be a lot room to keep you around (Taken List). The vote-casting has begin. ⌚️ Strong and content you should be, to join the society @VeortistBot.

G'day, mate. I, Your Name (@.Your ID) left home to get going steal the joy of making art in the name of Your Muse. Sign my verse up—thank ya!

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A crimson horizon, the arctic seeping into the soul. The sable hour has fallen, and candles lined up in a room flickered faintly, beckoning something to cometh and stayeth. This isn’t just about exsufflicate silhouette casting off the bulwarks, but of whom abaft the melancholic symposium yond’ haunts many people.

🐾 “PUMPSTONE BOO!” 🕯️
🎃 Guess And Find The Phantom. 🎃

Pitch caliginosity isn't the final destination, therefore, no need to torment the unknown. It's merely the beginning of a series of encounters that will unfold that ebon veil. The crusade will be fraught with intrigue. Amidst the mist and arctic, they feel apprehensive, but they mustn't forsook visage of their paramount heuristic on this nerve—wracking ebon veil.

Fremd souls sway beneath the pale moonlight, even time seems reluctant to tick. Bats emerge, the murmurs begin to fade, but don't be too hush’d in your venture, as there are other paths besides yours. 🔥

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