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🔍 @CasaDeDiaz: ON MISSION

Not every visitor comes from Earth. While humanity sleeps, agents remain vigilant—tracking extraterrestrial activity and protecting the planet from threats beyond the stars.

PREEMINENT HUNTER: 1980–1994.
The first guardians against cosmic dangers.

CHAPERONE HUNTER: 1995–1999.
Operating undercover among the masses.

FEROCIOUS HUNTER: 2000–2003.
Pursuing hostile entities without fear.

VIGOROUS HUNTER: 2004–2010.
Preserving peace between Earth and beyond.

A new case file has been opened.
Casa De Diaz is now searching for recruits willing to step into the unknown. Before joining, kindly review the AGENTS LIST and claim your role, submit your entry through @DiazHousebot.

Greetings, Diaz! I am, (name + @username), ready to answer the Agents call. As (muse + line.), I stand prepared to investigate the strange, pursue the unexplained, and protect Earth from whatever hides beyond the stars.

BEHIND THOSE
DARKENED LENSES STOOD AN
ALIEN—HUNTER. 👽

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ㅤㅤclouds float ayond the skies with
ㅤㅤdulcet twilight of butterflies
ㅤㅤscattering party tinsel!

ㅤㅤㅤ。๑ :¨·.·¨: 𝟶𝟾/𝟶𝟽/𝟸𝟼 ˚⁎ ˳ ⁺

ㅤㅤdid you know that this breeze is
ㅤㅤferrying us to a revelry?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒕
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ#AkoBowdayJar 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒓𝒚. 🍀🫙🎀
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The night wasn't supposed to be anything special. Just a quick walk to grab snacks, maybe try the tanghulu everyone kept talking about, then head home. Somehow, that turned into wandering through bright streets with our hands full of convenience store bags, stopping every five minutes because Wyrmharrow's Jaemin insisted every corner looked "cinematic," while Hutchinson's Karina kept pretending she wasn't waiting for him to finish taking pictures before walking again. They laughed at absolutely nothing, bought way more food than they could finish, and somehow every wrong turn ended up being the right one.

"You know we're literally walking in circles, right?" Hutchinson's Karina sighed, trying not to laugh. Wyrmharrow's Jaemin looked around for a second before shrugging. "Maybe. But we still have a lot to buy." She rolled her eyes, stole another snack from his bag anyway, and they kept walking under the city lights like they had nowhere else they needed to be. Just late-night streets, shared snacks, endless teasing, and the comforting feeling. That's what real best friends do. They turn ordinary evenings into stories that somehow never get old.

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“MERUAH PARA MUSAFIR ʻTAK
BERKIBLAT: MENUJU GERHA PERSEMBAHAN.” ㅤ/ㅤ(24:00)

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Tiada darah sekedar alir yang sia, tiada tubuh sekedar kerangka tanpa makna dalam balairung; @Roesjad, serumpun suci yang terukir sedari sumpah tanpa pedoman untuk diimani. Kesunyian tragis berkelung pada lumbung nyawa tatkala mengharap dekap yang meremukkan tulang saudara. Kini, kami nyalakan lilin-lilin di tengah sunyi, memberi petunjuk kepada jiwa-jiwa murni yang bersedia sedarah satu nadi dengan kami.

᭧ BARA MULA: 1999–2003
᭧ RUAS TAKDIR: 2004–2007
᭧ PUTIK AKHIR: 2008–2010

Telitilah sulur-sulur segetih ini, yakinkan napasmu belum membaur dalam teduh asing dan ruhmu ʻtak berkarat sebab terjajah nelangsa—lantas tumpaskan kemurnianmu pada pangkuan kegelapan @RoesjadBot / @Roesjads.

Telah kuserahkan (nama & ID) yang meminjam rupa (nama peraga) terlahir pada (tahun kelahiran) untuk memelawa jiwa dalam perjamuan. Harapku hangat untuk menjadi sedarah satu. Terima kasih.

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