˙⟡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧! ⚔️
         
     
˚˖𓍢 A gate has opened—not into darkness, but into a realm where bonds are forged. This rift doesn’t summon monsters, but calls to those who seek belonging and strength. Step through, and you’ll find not just a passage, but a beginning where strangers become allies, where unity is born, and where every step forward leads to growth and something greater.

         ⚔️— THE BALANCE KEEPERS. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
                   ⤷ 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003 ִ ࣪𖤐

         ⚔️— THE ONES WHO DEFY LIMITS. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
                   ⤷ 2004, 2005, 2006 ִ ࣪𖤐

         ⚔️— THE IMMORTAL LEGION. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
                   ⤷ 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010 ִ ࣪𖤐

The gate opens only for those who answer its call. To enter is to embrace unyielding bonds and shared strength. Beyond it waits a circle where every soul belongs. The gate stands open, will you step through? ˎˊ˗

From the shadows, I step forward. I am (Ur name, @ username, known as (Ur Muse Name & Line). Every hunter walks their own path, but some destinies intertwine with greater legacies. With this, I mark my presence among you—ready to carve stories that echo beyond the gates.

Before you step in, make sure to check the taken list first, just like hunters scout a dungeon before entering. Once the path is clear, you may leave your mark here @Solvreithsbot

Warm Regards,
Solvreith, The Hunter Family.

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────────   INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.

It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lost—of those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. “We are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.” Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.

And the dawn splinters along with my arrival on the grove of @Kheraeld. The name is, [NAME], [USERNAME] wherein disguised as [MUSE, LINE], it is sufficient to say that I am riveted to remain within the custody of Kheraeld. The bloods may intertwine because of the veins that overlap, hence the roots. Permit me, permit me to linger among you as I believe that we align well. Much obliged for the consideration.

( ... CLASPED SEATS.) 𖬺 (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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Such a pretty afternoon, the perfect time to breathe some real air and finally touch grass. Lorth’s Jay and Runeshard’s Jake just out here to vibing. They found the cutest cat on the sidewalk, then watched birds doing their little aerial tricks. Honestly, a 10/10 grass-touching experience, especially because Lorth’s Jay finally got out of bed and saw the world in actual 4K. Runeshard’s Jake is busy asking Lorth’s Jay to take a picture of him, and Lorth’s Jay agrees while enjoying his coffee on a warm afternoon.