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LAST CALL: “MONTHS ON END.”
(@Mondzelt’s) ... Appearance, 2812

A birth were overbrims crestfallen across the sky in merit. Lustre held in reserve for a revelation; the bite doesn’t widen but fly-posters an amalgam. | De La Lune Bleue has opened the gates. | Just as we were building up the top-notch momentum for consumption, we adjunct blooming Polianthes Tuberosa to absorb the thick, red-blood.

2000-2010 🌙🌕 Regulated

“INQUIRE OF CREPUSCULE.” As planetoid, ages and ages Taken List persisting beneath, to take formed for coming months, we are screech on those willing to assemble the dovetail. While secours. Bring them to ‘fruition Marshall. Written it throughout: @MondzeltBot.’ We summon and hanker!

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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)

Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@TheRuneshard, @Mondcroft, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @TheStahlbaum, @TaleOfLundquist, @caintje, and @Redesme.—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow