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Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.

Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ ɪᴛɪɴᴇʀᴀɴᴛ. Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ ғʟᴇᴇɪɴɢ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʏ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙʏ ᴘʀᴇssᴜʀᴇ. Cᴏʟᴅ sᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇʟs ʀɪsᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ғʟᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. Pɪʟʟᴀʀs ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ᴀs ɪғ ᴍɪᴅ-ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Tʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛs ᴘᴇʀsɪsᴛ—ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

Emerged into the isobar.

Not ascended.

Not chosen.

Compressed...

The isles that hold fruits of desire, endless cravings that repeatedly intercede. This terrain: 'tis all but scripture — inextricable material — that the sands emit the poise, they pile up, churn, writh around you. More alive than Silica. You've merely tripped in your inhibitions during your most harrowest hour.

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STATUS NOTICE : THE ROLEPLAY IS HALFWAY FINISHED TO THE PUBLIC

Certain Sections are incomplete such as:

— A Vaporeon water SCENARIO

— 3 Seasons: Verdure, and Celestial Ink not written.

ONGOING STRUCTURAL DEVELOPMENT AND REFINEMENT STILL IN PROGRESS.

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FUTURE CONTENT SHALL BE INTEGRATED

✎ Author’s Note — Behind the Persona

: This roleplay began on December 23rd, intricately, every minute had pivotal pressure: it's been heavily constructed with intensive constant plans of structural prerequisites (semitoics, philosophy, meaning, many questions and cognitive approaches) integrations (Erotic Island lore + Style of the overall roleplay following), consistency, and hyper observant semantic reviews. The scaffolding doesn't contain ornaments or critically compensating baroque flourishes beforehand, and FORBID any poetic excess.

This roleplay is still not finished, but it's still very alive, hence I've decided to hand you the key to a straight up Christmas buffet.