STOP BAWA BAWA NAMA AKU WUI 😾

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TEMPLES TO TEMPLES, WE BEAR THE HOLD OF
OATH THAT BINDS US HERE, ENGRAVING PERPETUAL CURSE ON OUR SOULS. ──  何かが必要, @THEFAITE.

THE ABYSSAL LORE OF THE FAITE. ⌕ Wherein underneath the obsolete grounds as we summon the phantasm of aethers, divine omens foretell our thaumaturgy through the irises of our lurking soles, burrowing the inwards that we borrowed from the cenotaph, we withstand the aching aftermath as we speak our incantation, pleading for the mercy of apparition; how in vain to be at the feet of the beguiling portrayers of wraith for ages; aunty and uncle in 1994-1998, and siblings, in 1999-2006 delighted in the requiem of faite.
                          

ⓘ AUTO APPROACH. | Salute, pardon my sudden arrival to your mailbox, I am well-addressed as (Name) along with the muse I disguise myself into; (Muse, Line), and I happen to be intrigued by the musing of indulging myself into your embrace. I truly hope you consider my fondness to tether myself to the house of yours, seize my sincerity!


(The Lattermost.) As you permit us to come across your mind regarding our welcome to new muses, we are far apart from the notion of sheltering double portrayers and households. Ergo, consider what ought to be considered and shoot it a shot through; @FaiiteRobot. ⩇

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(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @ACTlONS, @TheVolkovich, @BreezeNine, @TheWillems, @TheGalvorn, @TheFuchse, @SoigneSolace steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ