✦⥈ 𝕴𝖘𝖍𝖙𝖆𝖗’𝖘 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕯è𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗 ⥈✦ ✧ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑨 𝑶𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 – 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊ó𝒏 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒆 ✧ ⭐ Modelos Estelares: ✦ 𝕳𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞 𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖙𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖏𝖆𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖟 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 — Lord of the Night ✦ 𝕾𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖆 𝕴𝖘𝖍𝖙𝖆𝖗 — Siren of the Shadows ✦❖ ✦ 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒂: 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆 – 𝑫𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 & 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 ✦❖ ✦ Bajo la luz carmesí y la energía arcana que caracteriza al linaje Ishtar, nuestros dos emblemas visuales protagonizan una portada que trasciende lo estético para convertirse en mitología viva. La unión de Henry, soberano nocturno de aura indomable, y Sasha, sirena de sombras y deseo abisal, enciende la temática central de esta edición: 𝘦𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘐𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘢𝘳. 🜂 Detalles Destacados de la Edición ✦ ❝Crimson Pact: A Love Born in Fire❞ Una mirada candente al pacto simbólico entre las dos entidades más poderosas del linaje. ✦ ❝Amiythyst Embrace – Secrets of the Bloodline❞ Un reportaje profundo sobre los secretos y la herencia mística de su unión. ✦ Entrevista Exclusiva: ❝Hearts Unlensed❞ Una conversación íntima donde ambos revelan emociones, historia y lo que significa amar en la penumbra. 🔱 𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 & 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 ✦ Gótico aristocrático con trazos infernales. ✦ Iluminación ritual carmesí. ✦ Oscuridad elegante coronada por destellos mágicos. ✦ La química entre ambos es la protagonista absoluta. 🜁 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂 La agencia Ishtar’s Demonic Dèesse Infernal Glamour expresa su orgullo absoluto por esta portada que redefine la estética infernal y proyecta el linaje Ishtar a nuevas alturas. Henry Black y Sasha Ishtar consolidan una vez más su supremacía visual como los reyes del glamour abisal. 🜸 “𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒋𝒆 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂… 𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆, 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂.” 🜸 — Monarcas de Sangre y Sombra”

"My feelings laid bare in this lake, like a mirror of my soul As we meet each other's gaze".

I thought I would be satisfied Seeing you content at the other side. But somehow I got these crazy thoughts That I deserve to be loved, I deserve to know love, We deserve to live in love. I wish there's no end to our time together. https://youtu.be/t2mQxEtNgA0

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I am the crown prince of Kremnos "Mydeimos," and also the warrior of Okhema "Mydei." If you want to know me better, observe me in battle or fight me yourself.

—This battle is nothing to me but a pastime. There's nothing that merits my true effort, after all.

─The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.

Jax Memories, 21/11/2025. >> If I had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s There’s something heavy about watching a year come to an end… like every day that disappears takes with it a part of me I didn’t know how to hold on to. Sometimes I look back and feel like I lived too fast, left too many words unspoken, too much love unprotected. And that weight… it hits harder when the calendar runs out. Closing cycles was never my strength. I always stayed a little longer than I should, always waited for something to change, for someone to return, for the world to give me a break it never planned to give. Some memories don’t burn anymore, but they don’t heal either; they simply exist—shadows that follow me when the road gets quiet. And yet… there’s a soft, almost human kind of melancholy in watching a year die. Like life whispering that, despite everything I’ve broken, there’s still a chance to do things differently. Not better… just differently. At my pace, with my scars, with my absences. Maybe that’s all I can ask from the road ahead: a little peace in the noise, a moment to breathe without feeling like everything I love is slipping through my fingers. And if that peace never comes, if the road stays rough… at least I’ll know I tried. That even a tired soul can find a small corner of clarity before the next cycle begins. Because in the end, that’s what I am: a man still moving forward, even when the past is heavy and the future hurts. A man who looks at the end of the year the way he looks at a sunset—with sadness… but with a quiet hope that maybe, tomorrow, it’ll hurt a little less.

Fear of the unknown? Judgment Day? Humanity fears too much something as banal as the end, while eternity and solitude merge in the most arid lands of a god's inner world, captivated by the forbidden roses he always longed to reach while fearing his destruction.