ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNUMB EPIPHANY: I.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE NIGHTFALL ALWAYS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCATCHES UP.
Arise from whispers of thee, in the first tranquil slumber. Trials so fierce and terrible, don't dream; There's a darker cloud than what you left inside.
You will not escape this sin. End is the battle of this field. Therefore, let us make Terra and Talos collide. For the lone in the skies up high watches us, for the dead of night swallows all with selfish pride.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAY THIS OATH HELPS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE RESULT OF A LONE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDYING SUN'S WISH,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAND THE SHADOW OF
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA DOUBT.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE NIGHTFALL ALWAYS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCATCHES UP.
Arise from whispers of thee, in the first tranquil slumber. Trials so fierce and terrible, don't dream; There's a darker cloud than what you left inside.
You will not escape this sin. End is the battle of this field. Therefore, let us make Terra and Talos collide. For the lone in the skies up high watches us, for the dead of night swallows all with selfish pride.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAY THIS OATH HELPS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE RESULT OF A LONE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDYING SUN'S WISH,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAND THE SHADOW OF
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA DOUBT.
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Nefarith, open santai. 👆
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNUMB EPIPHANY: I. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE NIGHTFALL ALWAYS ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCATCHES UP. Arise from whispers of thee, in the first tranquil slumber. Trials so fierce and terrible, don't dream; There's a darker cloud than what you left inside. You…
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ GUIDE AHEAD.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSHINING PALE, THE PASTS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTREAD THE PATH OF PERIL.
#HEXENKONIG for two-slides icon.
#BASILICA for three-slides (couple) icon.
#VYSEHEIM for iconsboard.
#ATHYRIUM for yearbook.
#NACHTLIED for special edition catalogue.
ㅤㅤㅤ... [ BLESSED BE OUR GUARDIAN,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤKEEPER, AND EXECUTOR. ]
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSHINING PALE, THE PASTS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTREAD THE PATH OF PERIL.
#HEXENKONIG for two-slides icon.
#BASILICA for three-slides (couple) icon.
#VYSEHEIM for iconsboard.
#ATHYRIUM for yearbook.
#NACHTLIED for special edition catalogue.
✷ With the darkness’ blessing, the rights we imagined will materialize and not only exist as an abstract concept; devoid of authority. Allow this MASTERPOLICE to instruct those in need.
✷ With the darkness’ blessing, the rights we imagined will materialize and not only exist as an abstract concept; devoid of authority. Allow this REGULATION to instruct those in need.
ㅤㅤㅤ... [ BLESSED BE OUR GUARDIAN,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤKEEPER, AND EXECUTOR. ]
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MASTERPOLICE.
Do not plagiarize, stealing, nor bringing our catalog to base without our permission. Do not resell, remade, scribbling our works without our permission. Any form of illegal actions such as plagiarism or stealing any artworks that exists here would be charged…
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ QUALIA'S BLOOM.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #HEXENKONIG. ㅤ10K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ QUALIA'S BLOOM.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #HEXENKONIG. ㅤ10K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ QUALIA'S BLOOM. (COUPLE)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #BASILICA. ㅤ14K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ QUALIA'S BLOOM. (COUPLE)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #BASILICA. ㅤ14K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LONE TRAIL.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #HEXENKONIG. ㅤ10K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LONE TRAIL.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #HEXENKONIG. ㅤ10K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ COVENANT.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #ATHYRIUM. ㅤ10K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ COVENANT.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #ATHYRIUM. ㅤ10K.
The sacred dreams and rage that burns in us, everything is frozen halt with numb epiphany. Sing us a lullaby, lull us in your embrace, saint of the law. Alas, the sympathy that dwells inside you are burning low. “Free is where your soul is crowned, the land is fields of surrender. The wind seeks in search of answers, long on a road sans idea of where it came.” This saying comes along with countless wishes of the lost souls.
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