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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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. 𝜗𝜚

There are whispers in legend about how they came to be, from the very first flicker of a campfire flame, filled with the passion of everyone who has ever experienced its warmth. Furthermore, as they dance with their flames, their flaming essence radiates warm hues of crimson and gold wherever they go. They stand for the fervor and intensity of fire, its own element. Their lean form is surrounded by flickering flames that symbolize the wild force of fire. Additionally, they may offer warmth as well as destruction with a wicked twinkle in their eyes, emulating the dual characteristics of their true element—life-giving and consuming in equal measure. Because of this, their temperament can be as unstable as a blazing fire, but beneath the flames is a heart as devoted and passionate as the hearthstone of the lineage.
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Verily, the fate of their rendezvous might be endured with joy, though certainly, not the fate of the moon. With huge aspirations of preserving their fateful lineage, earnestly, they endeavored unto the occulted venture the all of them has been endowing. Outside of the lineage, the strategy was never glimpsed until the fortold momentum. ‘Tis a plan to inoculate the entirety of the family, whilst omitting the other side of the world, in order to prohibit mishaps to eventuate. With all of their might assembled, they are even mirthfully anxious to morph the misfortune in the near futurity.

Their dynamism of magic swiftly unfolds upon the stone circle, a sacred space revered for containing vast amounts of ancient magical energy. Therein, the souls unveil the alchemy and augury stealthily hidden in them. Although diverse in terms of elements, their calibres form a element called harmony. The unison eventually became a wellspring of fortune and luck, bringing triumph to the fated lineage. Inaugurating the contrived soul who mastered the spellwork of fire, 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒕.
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Verily, the fate of their rendezvous might be endured with joy, though certainly, not the fate of the moon. With huge aspirations of preserving their fateful lineage, earnestly, they endeavored unto the occulted venture the all of them has been endowing. Outside of the lineage, the strategy was never glimpsed until the fortold momentum. ‘Tis a plan to inoculate the entirety of the family, whilst omitting the other side of the world, in order to prohibit mishaps to eventuate. With all of their might assembled, they are even mirthfully anxious to morph the misfortune in the near futurity.

Their dynamism of magic swiftly unfolds upon the stone circle, a sacred space revered for containing vast amounts of ancient magical energy. Therein, the souls unveil the alchemy and augury stealthily hidden in them. Although diverse in terms of elements, their calibres form a element called harmony. The unison eventually became a wellspring of fortune and luck, bringing triumph to the fated lineage. Inaugurating the contrived soul who mastered the spellwork of light, 𝑴𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒕.
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