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Godforesaken uncultivated voluptuousness afore thus intergalactic cosmogonal asteroid has been unfeigned gossamer enthrallment and mystifying inquisitiveness vercaious provenience round antediluvian recapitulations, impassioned prosperous cultural and enormous hieroglyphic doctrines. Deprecated visionary superstitions nor does groundless mythology proclaims thus otherworldly crescent disseminates theurgy dwimmercrafts within necromantic ensorcellment, metamorphosing irrepproachable incarnate pneuma into atrocious rapscallions, imparting our kinfolks comportment prompting betwixt accustomed equibilirium and celestial extramundane lunacy precariously.

Quondam the outrageous yet statuesque candescent interstellar spheroid impeccable epitomizes our nethermost cordial sympathy nor aforeseen pronenesses. Amidst disparate orthodox astrosophy clairvoyance, the astrophysical empyrean spacecraft was perpetually amalgamated alongside the shrouded clandestine quantum assuredly within ourselves privately—which mayhaps could scarcely be dexterously emblematized with apprehensible discourses. Such mythological thaumaturgy unequivocally betokens our metaphysical nature and ethereal subconscious quintessence. Impalpable conundrum advantageously prospects within that bizarrely promulgate our archetypal demeanor, which ultimately hegemonizes susceptibility nor attachment that could conspiciously tyrannizes our sagacious lucidness.
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"The moon, has another side which we could not see from the earth—thoroughly exposed to the cosmos. Such phenomenon is somewhat identical to humans, who tend to have a hidden side which they don't reveal."

Through an anonymous notice, an enchipered cryptography has been imprudently leaked into the public, which contains an unorthodox memorandum. Even after certain endeavors, the veracious source remains idiosyncratically unascertained. Most folks uttered their contigent hypothesis regarding the grievance, which demands an epoch-making sustenance from other occupants near futurity. Now, your obligation: is to fathom out thus concealed yet necessitous vagueness, in order to scruptuously ascertain what on earth are they contemplating superbly. Would the revelation be enthusiastically soothing, or mayhaps nightmarish?
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After an everlasting interlude, the clandestine antechamber heading to our majestic crescent would be enchantedly reopened, ahead an upholstered enthusiasm afore the general public. Thus far, we're ostensibly scouting those who currently doesn't have any bloodline yet, regardless of their birth year and nationality. Although, we exceedingly appreciate those who would be mainly active and trustworthy in terms of our daily nor seasonal activities. Make sure to check our taken list first, and then send your buzzer through our call-center, where we patiently await you to saunter. 🌙
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Greetings, everyone! After an endless discussion between our precious family members, excitingly, we're going to disclose an unanticipated asseveration, whereas our luscious menage, The Remmington, would be rebranding into an entirely brand new peculiarity: The Rosenvelt, starting from this point. Henceforth, it is strictly prohibited to unsubscribe from our channel prior any further notice to our robot—as we would freshly resume our family activities in a jiffy. Please keep on supporting our family in the future, guys. Thanks a bunch!

Bond within carousal revelry,
@TheRosenvelt.
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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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