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│     As the sable mantle of night descended
│     upon our realm an ineffable, intangible
│     presence insinuated itself amidst 
│     our midst OF November 23th.

ㅤ “Veiling Our Unity In A
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— shroud of enigmatic separation.”

In collective disquiet, we instinctively gravitated toward the luminous fulcrum of illumination, guided by an imperceptible hand beckoning us from the depths of obscurity but the jubilee; @TheCordtss and @TheeRomanovna. With the advent of the new moon, a metaphorical rebirth unfolded, akin to the resplendent phoenix's renewal from its own ashes, emblematic of the enduring themes of rejuvenation and transformation. This exquisite juncture reflected the intricate weave of existence, where the ceaseless ebb and flow of life's grand tapestry was elegantly epitomized in the reemergence of the celestial infant. the NEW MOON, represented not only the weaving an enchanting narrative of life's ever-renewing beauty and the resilience of the our soul.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ© evolving a nominee to be doomed
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤto ignite mournful is the analytical
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤconsequence measures . . . CORDTS.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( . . ) 完璧な状態 / 1973 's

[...] ingenuity fabulously create and proclivity existing moiety. prefabricated the quantum unalloyed macrocosm by triumphing exercise continuous plausible agronomist for praise.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▏⚚. with this announcement, we were
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▏looking for a spark that had been
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▏lost piece by piece (..) reflecting
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▏upon the character of the creator.

faintheartedness for pulchritude not to visit. insinuate at the conjugate to this muse as your leadoff heed to join us. make sure you were born between 1997—2007. seeing it lorgnette in the unfathomable sense. catenate your id and send it to the obstruct portcullis of this orchard. @thecordtsbot

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CREPUSCULAR EMBRACE of — narrow alley
a pervasive apprehension envelopes all who dare tread its shadowed path, as the veil of night unfurls its somber tendrils:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ WELCOME TO THE Y—OUR DEMISE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Oh, You Come Here?” ㅤㅤ.. ± 🪦

In this enigmatic realm, the whispering winds seem to bid both a melancholic welcome and a bittersweet farewell to the timeless rendezvous between the specters of existence and the eternal abyss. It is here, within the suffocating confines of twilight, that one confronts the profound juxtaposition of life's ephemeral bloom and the inexorable descent into the obsidian depths of mortality.

As night's inky shroud descends, each footstep resonates with the weight of destiny's uncertainty, an ominous yet alluring waltz with the enigmatic forces of existence and decay. In this poetic dance of light and shadow, the narrow alley serves as an allegorical stage where the human spirit grapples with the dichotomy of its fragile mortality and the yearning for the infinite. It is a place where the echoes of welcome and goodbye are as indistinguishable as the fine line that separates the realms of the living and the eternal night, a somber ode to the eternal mystery of existence.