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Turning of the solemn
born–genuine soul. / ༒︎

The cataclysm of your genesis, was dawning of different silent on this holy jubilee. Son Of Death Goddess, Hel: Seungmin’s Gredssé hold parlays of your magnificence. Your birth was not a gentle arrival but a sovereign born, macabre. I bring not gold nor frankincense, for such trinkets are ephemeral and gaudy. Instead, I lay at your altar the most profound gift: 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘯. I pray that your reign is long and your harvest bountiful. May your touch be ever gentle upon the weary. Mayhaps, your judgments be swift with the winter's frost.

To wear the mantle of the final threshold. Your birth was the world’s most melancholic, most exquisite, most glorious fall from Helheim.

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