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𔐼.ㅤIT'LL BE VANISH ࣪
The Existence In The World ㅤ **

You are safe now, the cave of darkness has gone, as you can see the freedom infront of your eyes, it's here. Till you found your path ahead, where your fate goes, will it lead you or just leave you?

Listen closely,
Something still near you
when you really think you're escape
you will lost in a optical illusion

Do you see this or that?
But, it's neither good nor evil

It'll make you choose, between
Brave or Coward
Behave or Rebel
Trust or Doubt

RED and ROUND
( PNG ) ( MP4 )

Remember, it's darkest than a void, brightest than a star, reddest than a blood. Even, it's more colorful than a memory. Have you decide it now? When we linked through @TwienbonBot &: “ — ”

“I, (user/name) just decided to choose (MP4/PNG), and I need your guide.”

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You can tell the difference now, is it anomalies being, is it normal phenomenon. The light has led you to the path, where @Trndsettee drawn in and @wSeonghwa wrote out.

Last thing, have you found them? @Hoonolic, @Hoonelle, @Heeliarch, @JayHoolic, @Kittenery, @Enhscape, @Carthwon, @Jakelism @Ennverse, @HeeKism, @Nomercywon, @TenFoldRiki and @Hellhoounds just prepare yourself.

REMEMBER—RED, ROUND, and
Surroundings to @Twienbon.
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ㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤ  
𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑺, 1939

When the dominion of Men quavered beneath bellicose murmuration and the firmament above Kansas refused repose, there subsisted a parcel unindexed by chronicle nor sanctified by map.

“🔮”  HEREIN IS SPOKEN THE
ㅤㅤ   FIRST TURNING OF
ㅤㅤ   THE WIND       ...

ㅤ   By word long spoken and
     wind long waited, the Gate
ㅤ          is now unsealed.

ㅤ˓ 🪄˒  BLOODWARD CIRCLE, (1994-1999)
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒  FIRST HEIR LINE, (2000-2003)
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒  MIDBORN ORDER, (2004-2006)
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒  EMBERKIN, (2007-2011)

Seeking the remaining asterism whereby the Ozian cosmogyral may attain its zenith. Let the registry of Taken Seats be consulted with due exactitude, that no designation be omitted upon the Luteous Path.

Salutations, Steinwald! Herewith is tendered a sidereal petition, born of inward inclination, seeking admittance into the ongoing passage. I present myself under a chosen sigil—(Your Full name, @.Username)—set forth in the likeness of (Your Muse, Line). With due reverence, I submit this claim in hope of occupying a sanctioned seat, should the augury permit.

ㅤ Thereafter,    consign   thy
ㅤ particulars      unto        the
ㅤ Custodian    of   the   Wind,
ㅤ @Steinwaldsbot,   that  the
ㅤ record be inscribed where
ㅤ storms   are  counted  and
ㅤ doors        are        weighed.

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