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chiaroscuro-daemons · 9 months

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Black & White Sunrise

We are a multidæ subsystem within a larger plural system. Zohar is the dæmian, Praxis & Syntyche are the dæmons. Below is some information about us!

Zohar Arcturus Morgenstern

System outernaut of the Sidereal Prismatic Reverie Symphony

CIEday: September 12, 2022

Chalkydri angel extranth, bear folcintera, Paladin & Morningstar archetrope

He/hymn/it/e/dei/sol

Bodily 21; Mentally ~6000

Prospective Jewish convert

Interested in philosophy, folklore, religion, alterhumanity, dæmonism, learning, writing, reading, music, poetry

tag: #knightlight 🕯️

Praxis

CIEday: May 31st 2023 (the day when Zo formally recognized his existence, but he's existed in many forms before then)

Settled form: Common blackbird

He/him

Tag: #practical poet 🐦‍⬛

Syntyche Lynet Arete

CIEday: August 22nd 2023 (when Zo & Praxis formally acknowledged her existence, has existed for a long time in many forms)

She/they

Tag: #wild rose whispers 🕊️

#daemonism #hdm #his dark materials #angelkin #otherkin #daemons #dæmonism #dæmon #dæmian #daemian #knightlight 🕯️#practical poet 🐦‍⬛#wild rose whispers 🕊️

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lycheeteeni · 2 months

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Blissful Reverie

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In dreams, a house of pink roses fair,

Where love birds serenade my feline, rare.

Fluffy and pure, his gentle mien,

Amidst my jungle's vibrant sheen.

A lush garden, where veggies thrive,

Fruits crisp, mangoes keep dreams alive.

Gardenias, night jasmine, a scent divine,

Bougainville, hibiscus, orchids, vincas, in a graceful line.

Waterlilies, dragonflies, lily pads serene,

Grass blades graze my boat, pristine.

Vibrant hyacinths cleanse waters pure,

For fish and frogs, their joys endure.

Vines entwine, their tendrils reach,

Adorning each corner, nature's speech.

Upon my walls, they gracefully twine,

Adding charm, with hues so fine.

As the fragrant breeze whispers its gentle sighs,

Through the balcony, my silk silhouette softly glides.

In the embrace of the sun's sleepy yawn,

Amber hues drape the sky as day's curtain is drawn.

Cicadas call, owls hoot, insects hum a vibrant tune,

I cultivate the land beneath the moon,

As fireflies dance to night's melodious croon,

A nocturnal choir in perfect sync attune.

I capture a painting of nature's grace,

As I witness stars in their cosmic race.

The moon emerges, its shimmering light,

As night bids the day a tender goodnight.

In hand, a book by the fireplace's glow,

I succumb to the night's enchanting show.

Unbound by city's harsh decree,

In dreams, I wander, wild and free.

04-02-24

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