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ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Covenant, The Cursed Book,
ㅤㅤㅤand  The  Far  Abide  of  Freer   Souls.
ㅤㅤㅤ  (Last day in the Middle of Decade)
ㅤ               　　━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
                            .. 📿 (  ⚫  ) 📿 ..

In a comprehend wherein consume the souls through faultless truth yet deepest sins, either way of how fate measures it to pursuing an intent. Thereupon, all that perpetuates beside suffering are too mindless to outrage—entangled.

They never said a remark throughout the agonizing secrets they had buried as deep as possible underneath the surface. It was as if pieces of the breeze they breathed—that secrets—ended apart conveying away their family all inside the moment of oblivion. The warmth that presuppose meant like an illusion and yet made those in the haze whispers of both genders and all ages, which the spark does not entirely sheath;

Slips of fallen soul trapped, darkness trembled remaining the nearness the way of sincerity.

Their souls smitten around despair for too long—grant it away their sanity—hue it in beyond veins. Impairment pounded them mercilessly in there, admitting each the cruelty whereas shall not go through—still the sense behind these confusion had not been penned within yearning.

“We relieves each of you shall awaken these chances through us.” Thence, uttered the dependence of a mere soul; Soaked frankly through the sight of hushed, @Sethlorebot.
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ㅤㅤㅤ 「 𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗮 𝗢𝗳 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗲,
ㅤㅤ✔️ ㅤ 摇滚; 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 ──
── .. 𝗕Ō𝗥𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗢Ɔ𝗞 .. 」


𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗟, Hark! Let it be heralded ‘mongst wayward souls that ‘pon this night of omen spun, fate did decree. A wraith hewn of fury and strident gale—aye, a Minstrel of Ruin.


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                           ˖ 🐱 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟭𝟰𝗧𝗛  ˖
                        𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗜𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡𝄒𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗛!

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Beneath a sky veiled in mist, where the whispers of fate weave through the wind like forgotten prophecies, you step onto a path long obscured by time.

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It is said that deep within the heart of this ancient land lies the Tarot’s Sanctuary—a place where the threads of destiny are not merely read but rewritten, where the Wheel of Destiny awaits those who dare to seek its truth.