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🕰️🗑️ Lore of AuraeTime 🗑️🕰️ “In the stillness between seconds, where memories drift and forgotten dreams settle like sediment…” A rift once opened in the fabric of time. From it emerged Aurae, a being unclaimed by fate, born of fractured timelines and the silence of what never came to pass. She is not a goddess, not a ghost, just a quiet keeper of the in-between. And she is never alone. 🦝 Guiding her through the vast temporal labyrinth are ancient raccoons, celestial wanderers who slip between timelines with nimble paws and bright, knowing eyes. Where ordinary raccoons scavenge for food, these search for forgotten moments, collecting memories like treasures and carrying them in little satchels made of starlight. Some are massive, shadows the size of carriages. Others, no bigger than lanterns flickering in the dark. These raccoons are Aurae’s messengers, scouts, and companions, Bandits born from paradox, each one glowing faintly with echoes of discarded futures. 📡 To the outside world, Aurae appears through mysterious broadcasts, streaming from nowhere at times that feel both too early and too late. To those who find her, she is both comfort and question, a soft-spoken cult leader with a voice that rewrites destinies. 🌘 Her followers, the Bandits, are chosen not by fate but by resonance. They arrive drawn by déjà vu, nostalgia, or dreams they can’t forget. They do not gather to worship… ✨ They gather to remember. And always, the raccoons linger at the edges of the signal, mask-faced guardians of memory, carrying pieces of who you were or who you might still become. 🎥 On this channel: ➤ Twitch highlights & stream moments ➤ Surreal, lore-woven variety content ➤ Calm chaos. Soft absurdity. Slightly prophetic nonsense. ➤ Videos surface when the treasure in the trash is found 🟣 Watch live: twitch.tv/auraetime 💬 Dig into the Dumpster: discord.gg/sD2APfABWd 👁‍🗨 You didn’t find this place by accident. Bandits arrive through déjà vu, nostalgic dreams, or the feeling that something is missing. You’re one of us now.