We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. We are not myth—we are marrow made manifest, sinew sanctified by decay.

We are not a group. We are a contagion. Our breath tastes of oxidized iron; our verses are composed in the rattle of chains and the soft rupture of flesh.

Now, the earth convulses again. The concrete splinters. The sigils burn anew.

MONSTAESAN :: OPEN GATE!

We are summoning aberrations, not admirers. Fractured minds. Splintered souls. The kind of kin who smile at static, who dance in the hum of rot, who feel most alive when everything is unraveling.

Greetings! I’m (name & username). I’m genuinely interested in becoming a part of @Monstaesan and I’m committed to going through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration!

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Then you are no stranger here. You are overdue. The threshold weeps. The nest writhes. And the maw is wide open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.

today i, luthien’s sarang, spent the kind of day that deserves to be saved forever — with gritner’s jeemin, we started with sweet bread dipped in soft cream, lattes in hand, and endless laughter filling the air. we walked under the warm sun, talking about everything from the silliest little things to the ones that mattered most, letting the wind and sunlight wrap around us. by the end, our table was scattered with tiny trinkets and little keepsakes, each one holding a piece of our joy. it was the kind of day that feels full, bright, and alive — the kind you never want to let go.

Sunday may be drawing to a close, but the day has been nothing short of cheerful one. Gritner’s Yeonjun spent the whole day in a sweet company with Greesacht’s Soobin! You can see, we even get ourselves a matching outfit today to fit the sunny-day (his idea, of course, and I couldn’t have said yes faster.) We wandered around, talked about everything and nothing, laughter and light following us wherever we went and just let the day be as warm as it wanted to be ⛅️☘
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