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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ DEL CARNEVALE.
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 DEL CARNEVALE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #BASILICA. ㅤ15K.

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 THORNS' TRACE (SINGLE)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #HEXENKONIG. ㅤ11K.

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 THORNS' TRACE (COUPLE)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #BASILICA. ㅤ15K.

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 INTO THE ABYSS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖤓 #HEXENKONIG. ㅤ9K.

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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Nefarith mentioned.

    
WE'RE ...██████, SHORT-LIVED. / RIDDLED WITH PAIN, / ██ BE BORN UNTO THIS EARTH. AS HEAVEN'S RAGE, LIGHT IN BLADE, ████ BANISHES ALL SHADES.

    WE DON'T DREAM. ██ WE'RE ALIVE UNTIL SUNSET.
    (@NEFARITH × @SOLANDIST)... DUST SETS BEFORE DAWN CASTS IT'S RED.
    

    
██████. THIS NUMBNESS ... ███ HAD PROMISED A PLACE WHERE EVEN THE FALLEN'S WISH WOULD BE GRANTED.

    ███ ON GROUNDS LIT, THE DREAMS WERE MERE DREAMS.
    THE WISHES WERE MERE WISHES.
    THE PRAYERS WERE MERE PRAYERS.

            █ THE SYMPHONY OF DEATH.
            THERE'S NO BOOK OR GOD TO END
            WHAT WE STARTED.
            OR, IS IT? ██████

If we never chased the things we believed in, will we reach this point of life? Speak, angels in The Land of Paradise—Solandis. What are your concern and consideration? Does the crystals' torture amongst every angels despite of fallen or not amuses you? We, fallen, have always head down. We have always watched miracles dim and lightless, we have always standing here in silence. Waiting for another unlikely dim-lighted miracle to come.
     

   Eternal ██ monoliths of ████, ███.
   █████ have our attention.
   Haunt us in all of your ways, █████.
   

                        We're H█RE, short-lived.

                     Riddled with pain.

                  ANG█LS be born unto this earth.

               As heaven's rage,

            Light in blade.

        “[RED█CTED] banishes all shades.”

                  [???????] OPERATION—
            > NETHERGATE.
           DEAD BY SUNRISE.

             [18/07/25]
                ???

                              Far cry. (02)

                        > [FLASHBACK].

A devoted cultist behind the masking of a researcher and a priest. Who'd known, they're a cultist of a pseudo-religious cult?

And a child behind the device, first answer which I never sought for.
                        

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ㅤ ㅤㅤ11K / ECHO OF THE HORRORLAIR.
     Are you willing to explore through 'Horrorlair'?

ㅤ ⟢        A cave located near the coldest undisclosed area of Nefarith. The echoes of a thousand reveries echo through Horrorlair, as for what happened inside.. only the Wendigos would know.

Let each fallen take care of the rest. Never walk alone through the cave. Unless you're seeking for the most gruesome death besides Nethergate. The air is thick, and the stench of rotten flesh is even thicker. #Nachtlied.
  

ECHO OF THE HORRORLAIR: COUPLE VER. / 16K.