NIGHTVALE IS NEVER EMPTY &,

The mansion stands alive with shadows and whisper.
The gates groan open.
The vanished are called home:

The Patriarch & Matron (90•95)
The Eldritch Kin (96•99)
The Whispering Ancestors (00•02)
The Lurking Shadows (03•04)
The Forgotten Echoes (05•07)

Whisper once to @NightvaleBot. Check the list etched in cracked mirrors before entering.

SAY YOUR NAME!

I am (NAME), once (MUSE NAME), born (YEAR).
Now (@USERNAME).
Returned as your (LINE).
I remember the silence. I remember home.

The house breathes.
The Ravens watch.
The feast waits. 🕸️🕯️

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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) 🌫️🏚️

Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @TeenBuds @TheSaltreign @ectura, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.

EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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annyeonghaseo lichiesss

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