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THE PROJECTOR HAS BEEN WAITING LONG BEFORE THE CURTAINS WERE EVER DRAWN 永遠に @COTERIEOFYELTSIN.

+0.5: Beyond the fading crimson velvet of forgotten halls lies a story that has never asked for an audience, some doors are built to be opened make others simply wait for the moment someone mistakes invitation for safety,

ㅤ神 THE VEILBOUND PROGENITORS.
ㅤ    (Mother.)  /  1980-1994.
ㅤ神 THE SENTINEL KINDRED.
ㅤ     (Aunty-Uncle.)  /  1995-1999.
ㅤ神 THE STALWART ASCENDANTS.
ㅤ     (Eldest.)  /  2000-2003.
ㅤ神 THE VEILED SUCCESSORS.
ㅤ   (Middlest.)  /  2004-2006.
ㅤ神 THE NASCENT SHADOWS.
   ㅤ (Youngest.)  /  2007-2010.

'Not every face belongs on the screen twice, please consult the Cast List, then leave the completed script with @YeltsinsBot.

Before the projector hums and the lights surrender to darkness, allow this record to be kept. I am (Muse), answering to (@Username), taking shape through (Line). If the gate permits, let the next scene unfold, Yeltsin!

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After a long day of hanging out together, Hermès’ Winter, Bosche’s Sungchan and Ignarev’s Anton end up at the beach just as the sun starts to set. The cool ocean breeze blows in, and the sky turns into a really pretty mix of bright orange and purple.

Winter walks along the water’s edge, letting the cold waves splash over her feet while she looks out at the sky. A few steps back, Anton is crouching down in the wet sand to draw random shapes and watching the waves wash them away. Meanwhile, Sungchan is busy looking for the sea shells, walking slowly along the shoreline with a handful of shells he already found.

As the sun gets lower and colors the whole beach in a warm golden light, the three of them just sit together on the sand, relaxing and watching the sunset after a fun day out.

On a chilly Sunday night, right on the precipice of a new work week, Pascal Norvein and Molthrev Bosche were having the absolute time of their lives at a bustling Lotte World in Seoul, surrounded by crowds of vacationers and families soaking up the lively atmosphere. As they strolled side by side, Molthrev suddenly became utterly captivated by a whimsical merry-go-round—oblivious to Pascal, who was watching from a distance with an exasperated "this kid..." expression painted across his face. Catching Pascal’s judgmental gaze mid-laugh, Molthrev enthusiastically waved and shouted, "Aa, join me! LOL!" but Pascal simply shook his head, choosing to ignore the antics as his attention was stolen by a nearby food stall. He wandered over to browse the delicious treats, buying a handful of snacks for them to share, and just like that, the carefree hours swept past them like a fleeting autumn wind until they suddenly realized the park was closing and the night had nearly slipped away.