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Forwarded from The Mystery, Monarchy Of Crimson: Chyson Familia.
𓆩 𖤛📜/.. Everything commences within an ancient, enchanting chamber, where whispers of shadows conceal secrets and enigmas.
| Tracing concealed clues upon the crimson carpet,
| Unveiling the saga of the Crimson Monarchy. As twilight approaches,
| The pursuit begins!
Ignited by the sharp intellect flowing through this timeless, majestic space.
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Those wishing to join must follow the format. Behold the taken list of the Chyson youths who are in pursuit of the puzzle.
🕵️ Format:
Hello, Chyson family! I am + @username + line + muse, eager to participate in the puzzle activity crafted to become part of the Chyson family and contribute to building greater harmony. I have thoroughly studied the rules. Thank you for this opportunity.To seek the puzzle of truth through cunning and intelligence, we unravel the mysteries of the Chyson Family, fortifying bonds stronger than shadows in this espionage game.
Respectfully,
@Monarchyson & @ChysonRobot 𖤛
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Forwarded from The Moonlit Descent of Mistlesoir.
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THE PORTAL SWUNG AJAR AUTONOMOUSLY, / 🪦 UNVEILING THE TENEBROUS PATHWAY TO THE DESERTED SANCTUM. ✶
The facade of the erstwhile sacred edifice loomed with a haunted presence. The intriguing silhouette on the wall was discernible through the ocular orbs, as if it were a specter bearing its own essence. Eternity, the gusts howling through the shattered vitreous panes, emitting a lugubrious dirge echoing throughout the hallowed precincts: Portal of Shadows!
BLOODBORN MONARCH (1998—2000)
FORSAKEN THREAD (2001—2003)
FERAL BLOOM (2004—2006)
(@AlbrechtsBot) The boundless presence that descends upon the sanctum, brings forth a staggering profusion of benedictions, imbuing the heart with unbridled euphoria.
Bloodlusted,
@BloodOfAlbrecht.
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THE PORTAL SWUNG AJAR AUTONOMOUSLY, / 🪦 UNVEILING THE TENEBROUS PATHWAY TO THE DESERTED SANCTUM. ✶
In the depths of a forsaken metropolis, long abandoned, where the thoroughfares were sodden with whispers of unfathomable obscurity? 🩸🕯
The facade of the erstwhile sacred edifice loomed with a haunted presence. The intriguing silhouette on the wall was discernible through the ocular orbs, as if it were a specter bearing its own essence. Eternity, the gusts howling through the shattered vitreous panes, emitting a lugubrious dirge echoing throughout the hallowed precincts: Portal of Shadows!
BLOODBORN MONARCH (1998—2000)
FORSAKEN THREAD (2001—2003)
FERAL BLOOM (2004—2006)
I arrive from the wreckage of quieter worlds not to be welcomed but to be remembered. I am (name & username), bearing the face of (muse), first noted in the year (line). Let this be the mark of my passage a presence stitched into the skin of this chosen kin.
(@AlbrechtsBot) The boundless presence that descends upon the sanctum, brings forth a staggering profusion of benedictions, imbuing the heart with unbridled euphoria.
Bloodlusted,
@BloodOfAlbrecht.
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Here we assemble and relish supper in tandem, scratch a newfangled extraordinary ascendancy simultaneously with mortals folks we caution about and jubilate together. This solemnised is summonsed with plenary of exuberance and also implication in a pulchritudinous residence and will evermore. 🫀
CODE NUMBER: 777 — LUCKY
Hail, dreamers and doers, whose have soared beyond bounds! Thy triumphs glimmer like dawn’s light, weaving brilliance into the fabric of time. Through toil and hope, thou hast created a moment of glory, a beacon for those who follow: (@AttireByKlein, @DeBlancFamilie, @Hoonolic, @WeaverCate, @TheHeike, @BlytheHaven, @TheGeldart, @Callogy.).
Approximately the equivalent as what we eternally hopes, every vivacity that we revealed will encounter its contrivance residence to felicitous its destiny and ordinance. With sentiments, we divulge with repletion that we regard you wholeheartedly.
Fading whispers,
@TheLamercy. 🪽ㅤ
Here we assemble and relish supper in tandem, scratch a newfangled extraordinary ascendancy simultaneously with mortals folks we caution about and jubilate together. This solemnised is summonsed with plenary of exuberance and also implication in a pulchritudinous residence and will evermore. 🫀
CODE NUMBER: 777 — LUCKY
Hail, dreamers and doers, whose have soared beyond bounds! Thy triumphs glimmer like dawn’s light, weaving brilliance into the fabric of time. Through toil and hope, thou hast created a moment of glory, a beacon for those who follow: (@AttireByKlein, @DeBlancFamilie, @Hoonolic, @WeaverCate, @TheHeike, @BlytheHaven, @TheGeldart, @Callogy.).
Approximately the equivalent as what we eternally hopes, every vivacity that we revealed will encounter its contrivance residence to felicitous its destiny and ordinance. With sentiments, we divulge with repletion that we regard you wholeheartedly.
Fading whispers,
@TheLamercy. 🪽ㅤ
❤1
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Forwarded from Sörguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of parents (1986-1995), uncles and aunts (1990-1997), and siblings (All liners born after 1997).
To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of parents (1986-1995), uncles and aunts (1990-1997), and siblings (All liners born after 1997).
Droplets flowed a stream of serenity that encouraged the gallantry to become a member of the hamlet leaf. I, (name, muse, and line), gave myself up to reveal that I was the branch that had been sought.To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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