⠀⠀𝓣he northen solstice dewfall had begun to benight the world in its eldritch embrace. On the proud promontory of dear omnipotents as ever the waters of the bay, on the weedgrown rocks along sandy shore and, not least of all, on the quiet chateau whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the mellifulent of deiform déesse to those who are in their pure radiances a beacon ever to the stormtossed heart of belamours, seraphic quaintrelles;
Fellow portrayers of our goddess JENNIE KIM, the star of their nights, whither the effulgent Rubys reside.
𝓑e not aghast for over many a quaint and curious loads of forgotten lore, us, cleped the lordly name
JENSIDENTS, though our answer a little meaning—little relevancy bore; In the daily tole of life, let us help all & sundry in the strife. Whisk our little shake of laughters as we plod along the day, shown by every motive, thoughts and deeds, forsake the rugged places. Fortune is a lazy goddess, now
hesitate no longer for we heartfully beseech you, to enroll within us, to become a part of the virago.
Hither.
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