And, like a demise soul lean and pale, who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, out of their chamber, led by the insane and feeble wanderings of their fading brain. The moon arose up in the murky east A white and shapeless mass. Art thou pale for weariness of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, wandering companionless among the stars that have a different birth, and ever changing, like a joyless eye that finds no object worth its constancy. We are bewildered by the magnificence of your celebration and wish to see you with a hundred eyes. Our heart has burned with passion and has searched forever for this wondrous strength that we now behold we are honored to call this is a celebration of enchanting souls like @haerinize, @SectorMaknae, @NetQuarters, @AlleOfDevotion, @ENKARTA and consecreated of God to call it divine. Sincerely, The Joseon