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ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: PECULIAR.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 12.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ✷
ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: PECULIAR.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 12.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ✷
ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: PEREGRINE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 9.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ✷
ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: PEREGRINE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 9.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: MY LITTLE ONE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 10.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ✷
ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: MY LITTLE ONE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 10.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: ABROHOLOS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 10.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ✷
ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: ABROHOLOS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 10.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: FRAUENFELD.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 10.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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ㅤㅤ CODE NAME: FRAUENFELD.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCost of rebirth: IDR 10.000
ㅤㅤㅤ #ICONS.
A path of stars quivers across their flesh, a grotesque creature, molted from the Nectar of Gods. Even in such frail souls, there’s always visceral beauty hidden underneath their peculiarity–as if they’re a sacrament that should be held kneeling. Embrace your blood-stained sword, you are the martyr itself, for there are no prophets to salvage you. We are all rattled bones, molted with heartbeat and sins that will eternally flow within our veins. / (The catalyst of ruin.)
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Ode to the peculiars! @Focacour is a place of refuge for those wanderers souls, until the rhythm of our heart falters–and beats its last, a broken clock silenced by the weight of eternity.
✶ DRAW NEARER TO THE BANQUET OF TIME: [Wednesday, May 28. 19:00 WIB.]
For those who are lost, lilies shall bloom into you; almost like bruises that rots in the ribs of what remains inside. You are a decaying star longing to be held, your fingers trembling with want, each one of it bears the burden of regrets. We may dissolve before angels and faints could mutter their first prayer, and we would crumble before having the courage to take our very last breath. This world is painted with bloodshed, we are a sword built for ruin, our blistered skin has never known peace. Each night is spent with rots of ache from an embrace–that is never given–but in this sacred sanctuary, there’s a soil for you to grow. A shelter whereas sunlight will guide you, and washes away all your fears.
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Ode to the peculiars! @Focacour is a place of refuge for those wanderers souls, until the rhythm of our heart falters–and beats its last, a broken clock silenced by the weight of eternity.
✶ DRAW NEARER TO THE BANQUET OF TIME: [Wednesday, May 28. 19:00 WIB.]
For those who are lost, lilies shall bloom into you; almost like bruises that rots in the ribs of what remains inside. You are a decaying star longing to be held, your fingers trembling with want, each one of it bears the burden of regrets. We may dissolve before angels and faints could mutter their first prayer, and we would crumble before having the courage to take our very last breath. This world is painted with bloodshed, we are a sword built for ruin, our blistered skin has never known peace. Each night is spent with rots of ache from an embrace–that is never given–but in this sacred sanctuary, there’s a soil for you to grow. A shelter whereas sunlight will guide you, and washes away all your fears.
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