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#PARODY — 𝖠 𝖿airy tale in human form since ’𝟫3.

Some worlds are built on illusion. This one, however, is also built on faces too striking to ignore and power too sharp to dismiss.




“Will you still come closer, even when the mist begins to whisper?” ──── On April 1st, the gates to Veil of Shadows will quietly open. And somewhere between the bamboo, the lantern light, and the murmurs of the cold pond… 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.



“Will you still come closer, even when the mist begins to whisper?” ──── On April 1st, the gates to Veil of Shadows will quietly open. And somewhere between the bamboo, the lantern light, and the murmurs of the cold pond… 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.



“Will you still come closer, even when the mist begins to whisper?” ──── On April 1st, the gates to Veil of Shadows will quietly open. And somewhere between the bamboo, the lantern light, and the murmurs of the cold pond… 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.


“Will you still come closer, even when the mist begins to whisper?” ──── On April 1st, the gates to Veil of Shadows will quietly open. And somewhere between the bamboo, the lantern light, and the murmurs of the cold pond… 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.


“Will you still come closer, even when the mist begins to whisper?” ──── On April 1st, the gates to Veil of Shadows will quietly open. And somewhere between the bamboo, the lantern light, and the murmurs of the cold pond… 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

In 🆃🅷🅴 🅳🅾🅻🅻 🅶🅰🅼🅴, things rarely become what they seem at first glance. A gesture may be a trick, a smile may be part of the act, and what looks harmless… might already be part of something far more interesting.


“Will you still come closer, even when the mist begins to whisper?” ──── On April 1st, the gates to Veil of Shadows will quietly open. And somewhere between the bamboo, the lantern light, and the murmurs of the cold pond… 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.





