Golden rays, fresh air, and the sound of laughter echoing between the trees. Vansent's Jiwoo picking some fresh blueberries and strawberries from the market so she can borrow them for today's picnic. While Lorth's Junhwi catching all the memories with her camera, Look there Jiwoo so I can capture you, Junhwi said. There’s something magical about gathering on a checkered blanket, surrounded by endless greenery and genuine smiles. Cheers to spontaneous adventures, heart-to-heart conversations, and the kind of memories that fills our picnic basket with warmth and our hearts with gratitude 🧺🍓🫐🌳.

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ㅤㅤ 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟
ㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦—𝟭𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗘
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We seek for those unknowingly vampires, werewolves, witches, travelers or humans willing to wander the endless corridors of shadow where the breath of the sky grows thin and the air is heavy with the perfume of long-dead centuries. It thickens with the slow heartbeat of our dominion, staining the moon and quieting the restless stars until the heavens themselves seem to kneel in reverence. Most will walk past blindness, their mortal senses dulled to the weight gathering beneath their steps. A marked few will feel it, a faint tremor in the blood.

This gate arch swallows all light and breath for AESPA PORTRAYERS. / The threshold simply stands it bends toward you, drawn as if by an unbroken chain of vows sworn in another age. We are patient yet restless, watching as you stand before the unseen opening. And when at last the gate yawns to its fullest, it will take those it desires.
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All hail, Aescendants! I, (Name & @.Username), call forth the last to stand as (Muse) before the hidden gate unseals and the dominion’s breath seeps into the mortal wind. Take the step, and I will be claimed as your own.

Spy, cloners and double dorms are strictly prohibited. Once your choice is sealed, place it in hands to @AescendaantBot.
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hiluuu my vellaz, long time no see hihi kalian rindu aku nggak? akumau kasih tau kalau ini arsipan aku pas yearbook di sekulaaa sekalian jj nya 🙈

🎨🌿 WELCOME TO JUNHAN’S GARDEN OF ART!

Today, the meadow becomes a gallery—easels stand tall, brushes wait patiently, and colors scatter across the grass. Every corner of the garden comes alive with sketches and melodies, painted in honor of the birthday artist: Junhan. 𖤓

Step closer, pick a color, and leave your mark on the canvas. The sky is bright, the wind hums softly, and together we’ll craft a masterpiece called #TheArtOfJunhan 🖌️

Some nights don’t need fancy plans or perfect pictures—just the right people. Walking under city lights with Vansent's Haum (&.) Lorth's Hanni, capturing random blurry moments, laughing at the silliest things, and freezing time in little snapshots. It’s not about the place, but about the comfort of being surrounded by friends who make even the most ordinary nights feel like a story worth remembering. These are the kind of memories that don’t fade, the ones you’ll look back on and smile, thinking, “yeah, that was us.”