ᛝ 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗
　　　𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗦. ´ཀ 🈳

A condemned circle where revenants clutch obsolete fortunes and gnaw at fading echoes. To proceed, we eclipse their malice and cross bramble that remembers every atrocity, while the upper world flickers as fractured archives denied absolution. The pendulum has oscillated beyond recall; the festivity feels perpetual—less benediction, more an anomalous loop convened for those we shall inscribe: @Tyunthera @Callico @DollDrums @TheNorbury @Grachter @Treamonsure @TheEldraeth.

The present composes itself as a delirious chronicle—ornate, algorithmic, incessantly humming beneath each suspended hour. ﾒ

And with all the tacit iniquity we harbor,
@Sethlore. 𓂀
　

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When the meeting ended, we walked out in silence, no one said a word. The air was still cold, thick with tension. But then, suddenly… Etherhail’s James, Sethlore’s James, Siegern’s James and Lorth’s James pulled together the youngest ones among us, Heisenbërg’s Seonghyeon, Velthrone’s Seonghyeon, Wyrmharrow’s Seonghyeon, Norvein’s Seonghyeon, Thimblëa’s Seonghyeon, Berthouven’s Seonghyeon, Kiiru’s Seonghyeon and Dulcia’s Keonho, Heisenbërg’s Keonho, Mistlesoir’s Keonho, Wyrmharrow’s Keonho, Norvein’s Keonho, Lachers’ Keonho, Etherhail’s Keonho, Leutwin’s Keonho, Scalden’s Keonho, Greesacht’s Keonho without much thought, he wrapped his arms around them like nothing had happened, like the tension meant nothing at all. Then he tossed his phone to Wyrmharrow’s Martin, Norvein’s Martin, Roesjad’s Martin, Sveic’s Martin and said, “Take our picture.” Maybe it was the moment, or maybe it was us but the photos turned out amazing.

After that, Wyrmharrow’s Martin, Norvein’s Martin, Roesjad’s Martin, Sveic’s Martin tossed the phone back, still warm from use and his eyes landed on Norvein’s Juhoon, Visnja’s Juhoon, Mertzlan’s Juhoon, Cathéct’s Juhoon, Grachter’s Juhoon, Van Koväc’s Juhoon, Schmidt’s Juhoon, Shien’s Juhoon dragged him from his comfy spot near the window just to take more. Their poses were… dramatic, to say the least. Almost like they were trying to become anak senja, as if a romantic song would start playing the second the shutter clicked.

In the end, we took group photos, normal one and a “gangster” one (my idea, obviously). I came to understand that we are true and inseparable, whatever the challenges we will definitely find a way to return to each other’s side.

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