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𝘉𝘌𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘈 𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘋, 𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘍 𝘖𝘍 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘚.

ㅤParaphernalia of Diablerie / 2004. 🩸🎭

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ㅤㅤ(ENVY—RAGE—ALIENATION.) 🎪🕸️
The kind of sorrow too polite to name, all pulled into the mouths of us who once had nothing | Only rats and the slow drip of rot from the ceiling.
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𝘊𝘙𝘜𝘌𝘕 𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘔𝘖𝘖𝘙 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘏𝘞𝘖𝘕: “The Night of Menagerie Macabre.” ⚰🃏

THE UNPLEASANT JESTER. No one remembers where the first child was left. What matters is not the place, but the forgetting No hands reached for them when they wept into threadbare sheets. One by one they gathered (Bone-thin and wordless!) Them who smelled like basements and bruises.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWHAT BINDS THEM
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNOW IS NOT BLOOD,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBUT A PACT,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSOMETHING OLD THAT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤTHRIVES ON THEM.

The crowd applauds, sobs, unaware that their sentiments are being harvested, distilled, transmuted. The locus is irrelevant. What endures is the erasure. When the world spat them out, the dark took them in. A presence: NEITHER BEAST NOR SAINT. Offered them a pact written not in words, but in ache. What it wanted was feeling. What it gave was transformation.

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ㅤ HUSHED INTERSTICE OF
ㅤ CHRONAL REVOLUTIONS
ㅤ WHEN CORPOREAL
ㅤ ESSENCE MURMURS IN
ㅤ ANCESTRAL CADENCE. ✱

Vermilion recollections surge beneath dermal veils there commences a sacrosanct convocation, consecrated quiescence anguish herein is no pedestrian malaise, an orison echoing the aeonic rhythms antecedent to the constellated firmament. Unto the taciturn sentinels of fortitude, those solemnly referred to: @Paranovrmal and @Calsearth, who harbor the argent orb’s gravitational lamentation within your sacred anatomy, be it known your fortitude is not cloaked in obscurity. May thermic balms serve as your diadem, matricaria infusions your tranquil sanctuary, and repose your sanctified dais. For amid the crucible of corporeal trial, you reign still as sovereigns of the cyclic sanctum, as vestal custodians of existence’s ebbing tide.

ㅤ With Veneration Eternal,
ㅤ @CarthWon.
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Good evening, Cawon! We are opening our curtains for SFS. Do reach our caretaker: @CarthwonSfsBot!

ㅤ
ㅤ HUSHED INTERSTICE OF
ㅤ CHRONAL REVOLUTIONS
ㅤ WHEN CORPOREAL
ㅤ ESSENCE MURMURS IN
ㅤ ANCESTRAL CADENCE. ✱

Vermilion recollections surge beneath dermal veils there commences a sacrosanct convocation, consecrated quiescence anguish herein is no pedestrian malaise, an orison echoing the aeonic rhythms antecedent to the constellated firmament. Unto the taciturn sentinels of fortitude, those solemnly referred to: @BABBYMONSTER, @Kheraeld, @TheLamercy, @HouseOfDiaz, @MansionOfNightvale, @TheMystea, @TheDelaire, and @Hurlstone, who harbor the argent orb’s gravitational lamentation within your sacred anatomy, be it known your fortitude is not cloaked in obscurity. May thermic balms serve as your diadem, matricaria infusions your tranquil sanctuary, and repose your sanctified dais. For amid the crucible of corporeal trial, you reign still as sovereigns of the cyclic sanctum, as vestal custodians of existence’s ebbing tide.

ㅤ With Veneration Eternal,
ㅤ @CarthWon.
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ㅤ
ㅤ HUSHED INTERSTICE OF
ㅤ CHRONAL REVOLUTIONS
ㅤ WHEN CORPOREAL
ㅤ ESSENCE MURMURS IN
ㅤ ANCESTRAL CADENCE. ✱

Vermilion recollections surge beneath dermal veils there commences a sacrosanct convocation, consecrated quiescence anguish herein is no pedestrian malaise, an orison echoing the aeonic rhythms antecedent to the constellated firmament. Unto the taciturn sentinels of fortitude, those solemnly referred to: @KiddieTike and @Thewillems, who harbor the argent orb’s gravitational lamentation within your sacred anatomy, be it known your fortitude is not cloaked in obscurity. May thermic balms serve as your diadem, matricaria infusions your tranquil sanctuary, and repose your sanctified dais. For amid the crucible of corporeal trial, you reign still as sovereigns of the cyclic sanctum, as vestal custodians of existence’s ebbing tide.

ㅤ With Veneration Eternal,
ㅤ @CarthWon.
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