ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ🕯 Chronicles ( Paranormal Activity ): “If you’re reading this… it means you’ve already stepped too far to turn back.” 🪬

ㅤㅤ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ DO YOU FEEL IT?

That stillness pressing against your chest..the weight of eyes you can’t see? That’s how this place greets it's guests.

ㅤChronicles ㅤisㅤ aㅤthresholdㅤ carvedㅤ intoㅤ theㅤ fabricㅤ ofㅤ theㅤ unseenㅤ withㅤthingsㅤ that ㅤneverㅤ livedㅤ inㅤ the ㅤrestlessㅤ shadows. ㅤ

We are the record of what should not exist, the voice that speaks alone and the presence that watches when the night forgets. 👁‍🗨💈

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
THE AIR BENDS AS STEPS CROSS THE TRESHOLD: Reality Trembling At The Intrusion. 🧿📿

We whisper in the cracks of silence, “This place was never meant for the living… and none who enter may leave.”

A scream rises from the dark. Shadows crawling like veins through rotting stone. Breath thickens the air..damp with the scent of forgotten graves. The name has been written.

ELFYN RIOTT
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤAS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ👁🫀  𓊈 RANDY.𓊉

Eyes without faces open in the gloom, watching from every surface. The ground screams with a hunger older than time. The chorus begins, deep and unbroken: One of us. One of us. One of us.

Claws scrape across the floor, carving symbols that bleed with red light. Chronicles accepts another name into the black ledger. 𓁹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ🕯 Chronicles ( Paranormal Activity ): “If you’re reading this… it means you’ve already stepped too far to turn back.” 🪬

ㅤㅤ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ DO YOU FEEL IT?

That stillness pressing against your chest..the weight of eyes you can’t see? That’s how this place greets it's guests.

ㅤChronicles ㅤisㅤ aㅤthresholdㅤ carvedㅤ intoㅤ theㅤ fabricㅤ ofㅤ theㅤ unseenㅤ withㅤthingsㅤ that ㅤneverㅤ livedㅤ inㅤ the ㅤrestlessㅤ shadows. ㅤ

We are the record of what should not exist, the voice that speaks alone and the presence that watches when the night forgets. 👁‍🗨💈

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
THE AIR BENDS AS STEPS CROSS THE TRESHOLD: Reality Trembling At The Intrusion. 🧿📿

We whisper in the cracks of silence, “This place was never meant for the living… and none who enter may leave.”

A scream rises from the dark. Shadows crawling like veins through rotting stone. Breath thickens the air..damp with the scent of forgotten graves. The name has been written.

SHAYNE WALSH
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤAS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ👁🫀  𓊈 RYAN FLEEGE.𓊉

Eyes without faces open in the gloom, watching from every surface. The ground screams with a hunger older than time. The chorus begins, deep and unbroken: One of us. One of us. One of us.

Claws scrape across the floor, carving symbols that bleed with red light. Chronicles accepts another name into the black ledger. 𓁹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ🕯 Chronicles ( Paranormal Activity ): “If you’re reading this… it means you’ve already stepped too far to turn back.” 🪬

ㅤㅤ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ DO YOU FEEL IT?

That stillness pressing against your chest..the weight of eyes you can’t see? That’s how this place greets it's guests.

ㅤChronicles ㅤisㅤ aㅤthresholdㅤ carvedㅤ intoㅤ theㅤ fabricㅤ ofㅤ theㅤ unseenㅤ withㅤthingsㅤ that ㅤneverㅤ livedㅤ inㅤ the ㅤrestlessㅤ shadows. ㅤ

We are the record of what should not exist, the voice that speaks alone and the presence that watches when the night forgets. 👁‍🗨💈

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
THE AIR BENDS AS STEPS CROSS THE TRESHOLD: Reality Trembling At The Intrusion. 🧿📿

We whisper in the cracks of silence, “This place was never meant for the living… and none who enter may leave.”

A scream rises from the dark. Shadows crawling like veins through rotting stone. Breath thickens the air..damp with the scent of forgotten graves. The name has been written.

JIHAN ALANA
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤAS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ👁🫀  𓊈 JULIE.𓊉

Eyes without faces open in the gloom, watching from every surface. The ground screams with a hunger older than time. The chorus begins, deep and unbroken: One of us. One of us. One of us.

Claws scrape across the floor, carving symbols that bleed with red light. Chronicles accepts another name into the black ledger. 𓁹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ🕯 Chronicles ( Paranormal Activity ): “If you’re reading this… it means you’ve already stepped too far to turn back.” 🪬

ㅤㅤ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ DO YOU FEEL IT?

That stillness pressing against your chest..the weight of eyes you can’t see? That’s how this place greets it's guests.

ㅤChronicles ㅤisㅤ aㅤthresholdㅤ carvedㅤ intoㅤ theㅤ fabricㅤ ofㅤ theㅤ unseenㅤ withㅤthingsㅤ that ㅤneverㅤ livedㅤ inㅤ the ㅤrestlessㅤ shadows. ㅤ

We are the record of what should not exist, the voice that speaks alone and the presence that watches when the night forgets. 👁‍🗨💈

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
THE AIR BENDS AS STEPS CROSS THE TRESHOLD: Reality Trembling At The Intrusion. 🧿📿

We whisper in the cracks of silence, “This place was never meant for the living… and none who enter may leave.”

A scream rises from the dark. Shadows crawling like veins through rotting stone. Breath thickens the air..damp with the scent of forgotten graves. The name has been written.

SECIEL MOUREIN
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤAS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ👁🫀  𓊈 BEN.𓊉

Eyes without faces open in the gloom, watching from every surface. The ground screams with a hunger older than time. The chorus begins, deep and unbroken: One of us. One of us. One of us.

Claws scrape across the floor, carving symbols that bleed with red light. Chronicles accepts another name into the black ledger. 𓁹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE SILENCE is not empty.. it's watching ࿂ Every shadow is a breach, every whisper a wound. ۬۟۬ Not hauntings breaches unhealed. And whisper threads the storm tighter.٠ 🪬

ㅤ ㅤ THE WHISPERING COHORT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ { Operatives of Unsound }

"(#Spawning entities... (Chronicles)
 = turtle.Screen(0)
   
   #Time fractures at the edge of their gaze. Names are carved into the stillness. "(Now)". Ash falls where no fire burns. Steps echo long after the ground is "empty". The veil shivers, unable to contain :them: (100) Memory cache activated. True. // t.me/paranovrmal ⟠
 = turtle.Done)"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ🕯 Chronicles ( Paranormal Activity ): “If you’re reading this… it means you’ve already stepped too far to turn back.” 🪬

ㅤㅤ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ DO YOU FEEL IT?

That stillness pressing against your chest..the weight of eyes you can’t see? That’s how this place greets it's guests.

ㅤChronicles ㅤisㅤ aㅤthresholdㅤ carvedㅤ intoㅤ theㅤ fabricㅤ ofㅤ theㅤ unseenㅤ withㅤthingsㅤ that ㅤneverㅤ livedㅤ inㅤ the ㅤrestlessㅤ shadows. ㅤ

We are the record of what should not exist, the voice that speaks alone and the presence that watches when the night forgets. 👁‍🗨💈

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
THE AIR BENDS AS STEPS CROSS THE TRESHOLD: Reality Trembling At The Intrusion. 🧿📿

We whisper in the cracks of silence, “This place was never meant for the living… and none who enter may leave.”

A scream rises from the dark. Shadows crawling like veins through rotting stone. Breath thickens the air..damp with the scent of forgotten graves. The name has been written.

ARAYU HEAVEN
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤAS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ👁🫀  𓊈 SAMUEL.𓊉

Eyes without faces open in the gloom, watching from every surface. The ground screams with a hunger older than time. The chorus begins, deep and unbroken: One of us. One of us. One of us.

Claws scrape across the floor, carving symbols that bleed with red light. Chronicles accepts another name into the black ledger. 𓁹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ🕯 Chronicles ( Paranormal Activity ): “If you’re reading this… it means you’ve already stepped too far to turn back.” 🪬

ㅤㅤ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ DO YOU FEEL IT?

That stillness pressing against your chest..the weight of eyes you can’t see? That’s how this place greets it's guests.

ㅤChronicles ㅤisㅤ aㅤthresholdㅤ carvedㅤ intoㅤ theㅤ fabricㅤ ofㅤ theㅤ unseenㅤ withㅤthingsㅤ that ㅤneverㅤ livedㅤ inㅤ the ㅤrestlessㅤ shadows. ㅤ

We are the record of what should not exist, the voice that speaks alone and the presence that watches when the night forgets. 👁‍🗨💈

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
THE AIR BENDS AS STEPS CROSS THE TRESHOLD: Reality Trembling At The Intrusion. 🧿📿

We whisper in the cracks of silence, “This place was never meant for the living… and none who enter may leave.”

A scream rises from the dark. Shadows crawling like veins through rotting stone. Breath thickens the air..damp with the scent of forgotten graves. The name has been written.

JAVIAN RHYS
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤAS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ👁🫀  𓊈 MICAH.𓊉

Eyes without faces open in the gloom, watching from every surface. The ground screams with a hunger older than time. The chorus begins, deep and unbroken: One of us. One of us. One of us.

Claws scrape across the floor, carving symbols that bleed with red light. Chronicles accepts another name into the black ledger. 𓁹