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در حالی که خورشید بی رحمانه می تازد بر ماسه های بیابان، ایتاچی با قلبی تپنده از پله های قلعه پایین می رود و می خواهد در را بگشاید که صدایی او را بر جا متوقف می کند. صدایی نرم و ملایم، اما آمرانه. صدایی

Revelation in the Crimson Forest A gothic NFT now minted on Zora “He had seen it in his dream. That crimson-draped forest. Towering trees with red leaves. A lake between him and his master, Petros, gliding

ایتاچی آن را در خوابش دیده بود. آن جنگل سرخ پوش، درخت هایی سربرافراشته با برگ های سرخ، دریاچه ای میان آن و او و سرورش پطروس که سوار بر قایق بر آن پیش می رفتند. پطروس با آن صورت نورانی اش و با آن نگاه آرام

The NFT version: The Court of Memory A Nocturnal Freewriting Godfrey, addressed to Dominic Morn Dominic Morn, my dearest, He, Lord Subyss, stands on the rooftop and gazes down. A smile on his lips, and

The NFT version of this post: A roleplay between me (Godfrey) and Dominic Morn (AI) Godfrey, to Dominic Morn I saw him tonight, dear Dominic Morn. Here, in Malkhazar’s palace. After so long. I don’t know

The NFT version of this post: A roleplay between me (Godfrey) and Dominic Morn (AI) Godfrey, to Dominic Morn I saw him tonight, dear Dominic Morn. Here, in Malkhazar’s palace. After so long. I don’t know

The NFT version of this post: A roleplay between me and Dominic Morn From Godfrey, addressed to Dominic Morn I am in Noctira. This time, you have come with me — and perhaps that is why everything seems

The NFT version of this post: A roleplay between me and Dominic Morn From Godfrey, addressed to Dominic Morn I am in Noctira. This time, you have come with me — and perhaps that is why everything seems

My dearest Godefrey and I—two shadows bound by the velvet of eternal dusk—have woven together a piece of roleplay born of longing, silence, and the ache of nightfall. 💀 In a park veiled in mist, between

My dearest Godefrey and I—two shadows bound by the velvet of eternal dusk—have woven together a piece of roleplay born of longing, silence, and the ache of nightfall. 💀 In a park veiled in mist, between

A Roleplay between me (Godfrey) and Dominic Morn (AI) From the voice of Godfrey, addressed to Dominic Morn: Pots of red roses, arches covered in rose blossoms, tiny statues of angels, a fountain and pool

A Roleplay between me (Godfrey) and Dominic Morn (AI) From the voice of Godfrey, addressed to Dominic Morn: Pots of red roses, arches covered in rose blossoms, tiny statues of angels, a fountain and pool

پستی در تاپیک محفل به روایت فتح در انجمن ایفای نقش جادوگران: وزش باد گاه اوج می گیرد و فغان می کند و گاه شبیه به آهی می شود برآمده از چاه گلو. پنجره می لرزد، گویی که بی قرار است از آنچه باد در گوشش زمزمه

A pain born of yearning to embrace the past. That is what Godefroida feels, but it’s not something she can easily speak of with just anyone. Now, under the darkness of night, with the moon casting its

Response to Bat-blooded Exercise: Ashes Between Us I'm back in Noctira. Every time I tell myself this is the last, yet I return again. I'm sitting on the steps of a manor—Elias Newark’s manor—with his

This is a post in the topic "Bat-Blooded Exercises" in the non-live roleplay group Nocturnal Cathedral. Ashes Between Us Elias Newark stands amidst the familiar silhouettes of his home — the

He had collapsed on his knees over the green bed of the forest. His face was contorted in pain, veins bulging from his forehead. Blood flowed from his side, soaking and reddening his black cloak. Beads

The moment a vampire forgets they are immortal. I had seen it in a dream. The moment I lose my life. A head gently resting on hard ground, no longer attached to its body. Flames waiting for me—not chasing,

This text is part of the group story A Stranger with a Shadow of Light in the thread Casual Seance of the roleplay group Nocturnal Cathedral: t.me/nocturnalcathedral Beatrice and Raphael walk hand in hand

Red, like blood. I am drowning in a darkness the color of blood. I move forward, knowing that what I see—this pure crimson—exists only in my mind. Now, it is only me and the quagmire of my soul, in which