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TelehubArt, animations, and comics feed.
The and Collective is a Telegram channel listed on TeleHub. View its description, category, member count, and Telegram join link.
Step into a unique space showcasing original artworks, animations, and comics from The and Collective. This channel serves as a direct feed to the creative expressions that define its brand. Whether you're an art lover or just curious about animation chops, find fresh creations right here.
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Statistics updated September 9, 2026
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The OTP
The pleaders. Crowds of people muttering to themselves. Whispering spiteful prays. Wishing ill of all around them. Eyes frozen and crumbled to dust. Living husk bewitched by the bile shining from above us. They gaze into the suns hatred. They try to reason with an apathetic thing. Believe they can control it. Make the hatred it radiates a tool for themselves. It hates them for thinking that. So, they stand. Transfixed. Muttering their sins. Emanating hatred. Directing it at those that still shield themselves. Hating those that cower from the scorn of the sun. For those that do not bask in the hatred act as physical manifestation of their doubt. Doubt that they are fools to embrace the hatred of our ichorous sun.
The sun has become full of hate. Everything its rays touch. It hates. A cold unblinking gaze burning into everything. It's piercing. Nothing stops it. I feel its scorching chill through every wall. I hate it; And, it hates me. We hate each other. Ever dark and never setting below the pitch horizon. Always sitting on its edge. Always judging. Forever hateful. Never allowing night to come. Never allowing our rest to come. Never allowing our dreams to come. We hate it; and, it, in turn, hates us.