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𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬—𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲.
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Herein bizzarely lies, an enraptured, sychopantic, yet panegyrical barony where rejoicing and rhapsodies never obliterates, zestfully assembling mirthful sprightliness which made nigh zeitgeist auspicious felicitously. Thus far such an unfathomable delectation, was oppressively procured prior a quaint menage, whom together manoeuvred as an amphitheatre personality, which as their corporeality was a truly serendipitous embrace of otherworldly carousal aseptness. Also, with an ethereal penchant upon the whimsical, thereby they unfurl their kaleidoscopic pavilion dim in selenic silhouettes, each cognate decorously representating such mesmerizing siren afore inexplicable enchantments, defying terrestrial norms blithesomely.

Venturing hysteria, was their solemn aim, in order to percieve a paradisiacal atmosphere within their ethnology. As ecstasy and gaiety was exorbitantly obtained ahead their complexity, various aptitude were shown upon enthralled audiences, subsequently reverting them into luminous starlets whom might agleam on their own capability—as once again, their dramaturgical spectacle succeeded. Down the line, the ludicrous bloodline, has been auxiliarily inaugurated into this realm, astoundingly sojourning right beneath the gleeful and quixotic marquee of mirth, The Rosenvelt.
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The air felt crisp and autumnal, as the Rosenvelt family, were eagerly prepared for the grand celebration—after closing up their circus for just three days. With leaves turning shades of gold and russet, the countryside surrounding their ancestral home seemed to echo the warmth and vibrancy of the holiday. Chuseok was, held profound significance for them, as they couldn't wait to come together, bridging generations, and embracing their cultural heritage.

In the heart of the countryside, nestled among fields of ripe rice, their ancestral home stood as a timeless reminder of their roots. The centuries-old hanok, was an architectural masterpiece that had seen generations of Rosenvelts come and go. With its gracefully curved roofs, intricate wooden lattice-work, and cozy courtyard, it was a place that exuded a sense of history and belonging. And as Chuseok approached, they immediately bustled with several preparations!
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Happy 1st anniversary, Rosenvelt. 🤍

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The scrutiny lingers upon the apple of someone's eye, implying, have you ever believed in fate? — as if it's a phrasal idiom to impress on each of their core memory.

Both fate and freewill has always been quite of a vague argument since ages ago, according to lots of sources. Despite the palpability how an inadequacy grasped as fate prevails, as an allotment of this corporeality, we, are the one who decides which path will we cross unto consequently. Yet in actuality, the blistering ascendancy which idiosyncratically lies within the epitome of fate and freewill, might be woefully insufficient to be utterly reigned over.

‘Tis fate itself, which made altered souls of mere earthlings to assemble──rebirthing into a fateful family marked in history. Captured in the wheel of fortune, therefore such souls has no choice, but to proceed with their lives as a slant of the bloodline. Earth, air, fire, water, light, or mind; no matter which mastery do they hold, they are not harmless in fact, or are they?
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Dear esteemed guests, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the spectacular opening of an incredible show! We will go on an incredible, emotional, and unmatched entertainment adventure as the curtains rise and the lights shimmer. Tonight, all and sundry are altruistically honored to attend the spectacular juncture of serendipity, as the extravagant showpiece is set to supernally unravel as the chronograph ticks to the shaft of 7 o'clock.

Assuredly, each guests are guaranteed to spend a mirthful escapade that could only be derived once in a longevity. Therefore, we adeptly beg for your obliging salvation prior the climax of the showpiece, as we're deeply eager to see all of your awaited esteem unto the biennale we have formidably prepared with both artistry and dignity. Let's jointly tread a measure beneath the illuminating moonlight of wyrd!
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆
𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅
𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇
𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

The chronicle begins with fate, and will end in fate. Within the course of time, the wind may hit them even much harder, but will decisively prevail in the end, as they, would persevere and never die.
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“It's fate who gathered us here,” a young soul blurted out of the blue. Evidently, fate's the only viable scheme to astutely implement such an unseemly rendezvous within mortals who had a bunch in terms of incongruity. With the spirits of fire escorting to the unrefuted pathway, the others─earth, air, water, light, and mind, lurked behind as both allies and lineages. Those sinless souls ensuingly grow whilst prevailing the wherewithal untold. Just with mere curiosity, slowly but surely, those flairs they contain become unbeatable. It's all only a matter of time until they mythically evolve into something much more annihilating, a threat to the earthly sphere. In fact, don't even dare to presume they're harmless. As their bold eyes inverted its hue, their true flairs will unravel. Not directly referring to the sequence of flairs spoken of earlier, but their masteries as a whole. A firm bond, known as family.
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