ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇʙᴀᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇꜱᴛɪᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴏɢ ᴀᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴏᴜꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏʙɪᴛᴜᴀʀʏ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴀꜱᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀɪᴄ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱʏɴᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴍᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴᴜꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ ᴅᴇɴɪᴇꜱ ʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀᴄʜʏʙᴏᴛʀʏꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛᴀʀᴜᴍ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴇᴍʙʀᴏɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇꜱᴛɪʙᴜʟᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴇᴛʜᴏʀɪᴄ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜɢʟʏ sᴄᴀʀ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇғʀᴀɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ.

ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴡᴇᴘᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢɴ ᴏғ ᴄᴀɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ sǫᴜᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴄʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ sᴋʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴇᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀᴍs ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴜs ᴄᴏɴᴊᴏɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏɴᴇsᴇʟғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ: ʜᴇʀᴇʙʏ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴀʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴀ ᴄʜʀʏsᴀʟɪs - ғʟᴇsʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ғʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛɪssᴜᴇ.

ᴀs ɪғ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜʏᴘᴇʀᴛʀᴏᴘʜɪᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀɪɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛɪᴛᴄʜ ᴜs ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍs ʜɪs ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ sᴛɪɢᴍᴀᴛᴀ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴀs ᴡᴇ ғʟᴏᴀᴛ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴀʀsᴇᴄs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴅɢᴇs's ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ɢʀɪᴘ - sᴏ ᴡᴇ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜᴍɪɴᴀʀʏ - ᴛᴡɪɴ ᴠᴇʀᴍɪʟɪᴏɴ ᴏʀʙs ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏʀʙɪᴛ ᴀ ʟᴜᴍɪɴᴏᴜs sᴘʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴀᴘ & sᴇᴘsɪs ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘɴᴇᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʀɪᴇs ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴀs ᴄᴏʙᴡᴇʙʙᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ sᴏʙʙɪɴɢ & ᴋᴇᴇɴɪɴɢ; ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ sʟᴀᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴀɴᴀɪᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏᴜʀ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋ...ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇᴛʜ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏʀᴍ ᴢᴇᴘʜʏʀs ʙʟᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜʏᴍɴᴀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀs ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ sᴏʟᴀʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪɴᴇɴᴄᴇs sᴡᴀᴍᴘɪɴɢ ᴜs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ.



ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs' ʜᴏᴜsᴇs ʀᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇxᴄʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss sᴜғғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ. ᴡᴇ sʜᴀʟʟ ʟᴏʙᴏᴛᴏᴍɪᴢᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ sʜʀᴀᴘɴᴇʟ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙɴᴀᴛᴇs ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴍᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ.

ɴᴜʙs sᴡᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀᴀʟ ᴠᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄʟᴇs, ɢᴀsᴇs ʜɪssɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴇʀᴇʙʀᴀʟ ғʟᴜɪᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ'sᴛ ᴡɪɴᴅᴘɪᴘᴇᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴀs ᴅɪssᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟs; ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴀɢᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴛʀᴏᴘʜɪᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɪʟs ᴅɪɢᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴠɪsᴄᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇᴅ sɪᴍᴜʟᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜsʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ?

ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙᴇʀᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴇɴᴅʀɪᴛɪᴄ ᴀᴍʙᴀssᴀᴅᴏʀs sǫᴜᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ's ʀɪᴍ-ᴀ sᴜʙʟɪᴍᴇ, sʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴄ ᴇɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴇʟᴀsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʙʀᴀᴄʜɪᴀʟ ᴠᴇɪɴs ᴘᴜsʜ ɢᴀʀʙᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴘɪᴘᴇs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍɪs ᴡᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴅᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. ɪ ᴘʟᴜɴᴋ ᴜɴɢᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ sᴄʀᴏᴛᴜᴍ sᴀᴄᴋs ʟᴀɪᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜɢᴜʟᴀʀs ɢʟᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴜᴅʏ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇs ʀɪᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ʙɪʟᴀʙɪᴀʟ ғʟᴜɪᴅ -- ᴀ ʜᴇʙᴇᴘʜʀᴇɴɪᴄ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴜʀᴇᴛʜʀᴀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs, ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪɴᴠᴇʀᴛᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴠᴇᴄᴛᴏʀs ғʀᴏᴍ sᴛᴀᴛᴏʀ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙʟɪɢʜᴛ! ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ! ᴛᴏʀɴᴀᴅɪᴄ sʏʟʟᴀʙʟᴇ-ᴅᴇʙʀɪs sᴘɪʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛᴀᴘʟᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ sᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ʀɪɢɪᴅɪᴛʏ... sᴏᴍɴᴀᴍʙᴜʟᴀɴᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏᴅɢᴇʀ ɪ sᴘʀᴀᴡʟ & ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴏɴ ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ғɪɴᴇ.

sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ᴏʙᴠɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴀᴍᴘʜᴇᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇᴠɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜs ᴀʙsᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴇxᴏʀᴅɪᴀʟ ᴇᴄᴛᴏᴅᴇʀᴍ? ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ sʟᴜʀᴘ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅғᴜʟ ᴏғ ᴀғᴛᴇʀʙɪʀᴛʜ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ sᴀʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ & ᴡᴇᴘᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴜᴄᴛs -- ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʙᴏʀᴇs ᴍᴇ: ᴀ ᴡɪsʜғᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ. ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴏʟɪᴛʜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ sᴜʙsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ... sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴍʟᴇss ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴜɴᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛᴜᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ... ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ-



ɴᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟɪᴄ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ɴᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴛᴀʟ ᴇxɪɢᴇɴᴄɪᴇs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴀs ᴜɴʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴘᴇʀsɪsᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏɢɢʏ ɴᴇᴜʀᴏɴs ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪʀɪᴜᴍ ᴛʀᴇᴍᴇɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʟᴀɴᴅ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴜᴘᴏɴ ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛs sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʀᴀᴘʜ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʀɪʙʙᴏɴs ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙʏ ᴇᴏɴs ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏғ ᴀsʜ ʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇssɪᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ǫᴜᴀɴᴛᴜᴍ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʙʀɪᴄ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs ...& sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡɪɴɢ sᴏᴜʟs ᴅɪsᴘᴇʀsᴇᴅ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ .. ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ sᴏᴜʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇᴍᴇᴀʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍɪʟʟᴇɴɪᴀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴛʜ ᴅɪғғᴜsᴇʟʏ...

ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴀs ɪ ᴘʟᴏᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ & ᴅʀᴀɪɴs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴛɪᴅ ᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴀssᴀɪʟs ᴍᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.. ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏʀɪʙᴜɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ? ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғғ ᴏғ sᴏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴜᴇʟ ᴀᴛʀᴏᴘʜʏ ᴀᴄᴄʀᴜᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀssᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ; ғᴀᴄᴇʟᴇss ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅs ʙᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇᴇᴛs ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴀᴄʜɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢɴᴀᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ sɪɴ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴅ: ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏʀᴛ ғʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴀʀᴇ ᴇǫᴜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ.

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀᴅs ᴠɪʙʀᴀᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴍᴇᴢᴢᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ sᴏɴᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs!
ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅsᴘᴀᴄᴇ -- ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ɢᴀsᴇᴏᴜs sᴘʜᴇʀᴇs ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴀᴅʀɪғᴛ ʙʏ ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ғᴏʀᴄᴇs... ɴᴜᴄʟᴇɪᴄ ʟɪғᴇғᴏʀᴍs sᴛɪʀ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀɪᴍᴏʀᴅɪᴀʟ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴇᴇᴅs ᴀɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢs ғᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴜʙɪʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍs ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ғʟᴇsʜ.. sʜᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪsʜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴇxᴜʟᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴄᴇʟᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴡ, ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs?

ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴍʏ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅʀɪғᴛᴇʀs - ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ? ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ɪɴsɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ᴠᴏɪᴅ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴜs? sʜᴀʟʟ ɪ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪɴᴛʀᴏsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴsɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀᴍ ɪ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ? ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴅʀʏ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴇᴏɴs? ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ... ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴜsᴛ? ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ?

ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ʙʀɪɴɢs ᴜs ɴᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴀʟ - ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴍɪɴɢ sʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇs ᴛʜɪs ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss! ᴅᴏᴇs ᴀɴʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ? ᴄᴇᴀsᴇ ᴇxɪsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴇᴀsᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ - ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʏʀᴇ. ᴀ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇss ᴄᴀᴄᴏᴘʜᴏɴʏ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴍʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ! sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ... ɪ'ᴍ ᴇɴᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴜᴍᴜʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ-ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ..ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ sᴜɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢs ʟɪғᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

ᴛʜɪs ᴀʙʏss ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏᴜʀ ᴘɪᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀs ɪᴛ ɴᴜʟʟ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ɢᴀʟᴀxɪᴇs -- ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴇᴀᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴏᴍs ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ɪᴍᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴀʙʟᴇ..ᴜɴᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴀʙʟᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙᴇʟɪsᴋ's sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀɪᴛʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ sᴇᴀ ᴏғ ᴀᴛᴏᴍɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʟᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ғʟᴇsʜ. ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴜᴍs! ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ?...ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴠᴇɪʟ....ɪs ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢɴᴇss ᴏʀ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴɴɪʜɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsɪᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢs ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴘᴇʀsᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɴᴇʙᴜʟᴀᴇ ᴀᴅ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴜᴍ?



ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴏᴘᴇʀ's ᴘᴏᴇsʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀᴍ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴠᴇᴇʀs ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇɴᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇs ᴍᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ! ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴏɴᴇ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ?..ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴛᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄʟᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴜᴄᴄᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴅɪsɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ?! ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛᴏᴍs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʟ ʟᴀᴡ -- ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ -- ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴇʙʙʟᴇs ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴍʙ.

ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ-ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴏʙsᴛɪɴᴀᴄʏ!!! ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ!! ɪsᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇs ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴ&ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀʟɪᴋᴇ. ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ? ᴡᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴏɢs & ɢʀɪɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴇᴀʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ sʏɴᴀᴘᴛɪᴄ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴡᴀʏs ᴀʙʟᴀᴢᴇ sᴏᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴀs ғᴜᴇʟ.

ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴄᴏɴɢʀᴜɪᴛʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇs ᴜs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅɪsᴛᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴜғғᴏᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴊᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ғᴀᴛᴀʟɪsᴍ. ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀʟᴀᴅʏ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴇᴍs ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴘᴏɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ǫᴜᴀɢᴍɪʀᴇ sᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɪɴɢᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ -- ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇǫᴜɪᴇᴍ ɴᴏʀ ɪɴᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ - ᴀɴ ᴇxɪᴛ sᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢʏ.... sʜᴇ'ᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ & ᴍᴏᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴇᴄsᴛᴀsʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴇxʟᴇss ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴏʀᴛs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ...ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴇʀᴏᴍᴏɴᴇs ᴡᴀғᴛ ᴏᴜᴛᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴇʀɢɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʟᴏssᴏғ ɪᴛs ᴍɪɴᴅ.. ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍɪsᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘɪᴄ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ᴇɴᴄᴀᴘsᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴜs ʙᴏᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟɪᴇɴs ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇs ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴘʟᴀsᴍɪᴄ ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇs! ᴇxʜᴀʟᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴀʀʙᴏɴ ᴏғғsᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏxɪᴄsᴘᴀᴄᴇ! sᴏɪʟ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴜᴍɪɴᴏᴜs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ.



ᴄʀʏ sᴜʙᴄᴜᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ᴀғғʀᴏɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ sᴜɴʟᴇss ɢᴏᴅʟᴇss ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴏғ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇʟᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴀʟ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴇᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴛɪʟᴇssɴᴇss ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛᴇɴᴄʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴍᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ɴᴜᴄʟᴇɪ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀᴄʀɪᴅ ᴅɪsᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ʜᴇᴍɪsᴘʜᴇʀɪᴄ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴄᴜʟᴜᴍ-ʀᴏsᴛʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟs ᴘᴏsᴛᴍᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ ᴘɪᴛᴜɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢ ʙɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ɪᴄᴛᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ sᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʟᴀᴛᴇʀᴀʟ ᴍᴇsᴏʟɪᴍʙɪᴄ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴜʟᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ɴᴇᴜʀᴏʙʟᴀsᴛᴏᴍᴀ ғᴏʀɴɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴜs ᴄᴀʟʟᴏsᴜᴍ's sᴏғᴛ ɪᴄᴜᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ sʏɴᴀᴘsᴇs ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴄɪᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ᴀɢɴᴏsɪᴀ & ᴘᴀɴᴛᴀɢʀᴜᴇʟɪᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʟʟɪᴅᴏᴛʜᴀʟᴍɪᴄ ʜᴇᴄᴀᴛᴏᴍʙ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴘʟᴀsᴍɪᴄ sʟɪᴍᴇ?

ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ sᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀᴛᴏᴍs, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ - ᴀ ғʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ.

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎
𝚅𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙱𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎
𝙴𝚕'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝙼𝚒𝚜-𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗
𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢

"𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚗
𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚎
𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝
𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑.
𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎.
𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎.
𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚑,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎.
𝚃𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎."

𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔
𝙰𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎-𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙱𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎
𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜
𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝.
𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎
𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢

For 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔
far 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝚄𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 - 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙱𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚅𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 our 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛
𝙰𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 me 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝

𝙰𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚕:

"𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘."

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎.
𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝙱𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛
𝙾𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙸𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙴𝚕 𝙷𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍
𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢
𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 - 𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

"𝙱𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚗,
W𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜.
𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢
𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎.

"𝙽𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛
𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙"

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝, 𝚐𝚞𝚝-𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚡.
𝙻𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎.
𝙴𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜.
𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍
𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑
𝙽𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.
𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚂𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎
𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

ᴄᴇʟᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ ʟᴀᴡ ɪs ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟsᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs
sʜɪɴᴇs ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ
ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇʟʟᴀʀ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs
ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴜs
ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɪᴛʜ
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ
ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ

ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ғᴏʀᴍ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ
ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜɪs ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ғʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ
ᴀ sᴡɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴇɴᴅᴜʟᴜᴍ ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇɢɪᴏɴ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ
sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏғ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ
ʜᴏᴜsᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ
ᴍɪsᴇʀʏ's ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ sᴇᴇs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ

ꏂ꒒ꏂ꒦ꏂꋊ ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴜᴘ ʜɪɢʜ.
ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɪᴅʟᴇ sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ.
ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ sᴏᴏɴ, ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ?

ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ
ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
ʟᴇғᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʏᴢᴇᴅ
ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ғᴏᴏʟ's ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ
ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟᴇᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴇᴄᴀʟ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴇ
ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ
sᴄᴏʀɴ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏʀ sᴇᴇ
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
ɪs ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ

ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴋʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ
sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛs
ғᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙ̶ᴏ̶ʀ̶ᴅ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶

ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ
ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄɪᴇs ғᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ
ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ
ᴀ sᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅs.

ꏂ꒒ꏂ꒦ꏂꋊ ɢᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ʟɪᴇ
ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴏʟᴇᴍɴ ʀᴇᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʟᴇsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ
sᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ

Num barco sem remos em alto oceano
Subsiste um rei, perpetuo inda sem lei.
Pelos ventos antigos desde o Arqueano,
Dom temeroso este que vox dei,
Fluctuante agnição, ser o ser soberano.
Do espírito não-escravo nem mestre farei.
O contínuo chama-nos Incessantemente.
Aflora o mundo da ilusão jacente.

Privá-lo-iam do cetro, reino e sua glória.
O navegante usurpa o lugar do velho.
Com a mão na âncora, proardes vexatória
Abantesma ao relento, esse Errante anseio
Clamor das ondas afora salga a memória.
Abalroando a popa, jaz e cerra o celho.
Água lacrima blasfema Será Fim.
Do cálice da sorte di-lo verbatim.

Nas fronteiras rupes, a plaga vislumbrará
O áspero labrado, serás tu o dono.
Em redor da esfera pelos ares quiça
A verdade eira voz rerás colono.
Primum Mobile, linguarum máter et áurea.
A sementeira brotará teu lar Ecótono.
Exuberante colheita mas calcais erva daninha.
Ceifeis somente racimo amargo de Cana Vinha.

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ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴘɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ
ᴀ ʟᴇɢɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ᴀʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛɪɴɢ
ꜰᴏʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ꜱɪᴘʜᴏɴɪɴɢ
ᴘʀᴇᴠᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʙᴇᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄᴀᴄᴏᴘʜᴏɴʏ ʙᴜʀꜱᴛɪɴɢ
ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀ
ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴏᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇɴɪᴀʙʟᴇ
ɢᴀᴛᴇᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴄᴇᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ
ꜱɪᴍᴜʟᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴀꜱꜱᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ
ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡɪxᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡ
ꜱᴇɴꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ
ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʙʟᴇ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘɪɴᴇ
ᴀɢᴏɴɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜᴛ
ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴇʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴜɴɢ ꜱᴀᴄꜱ ʀᴇᴄʟɪɴᴇᴅ
ʙᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇꜰᴜɴᴄᴛ ᴇʏᴇʟɪᴅꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ
ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴀᴄᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴋᴜʟʟ ᴀꜱꜱᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜʀɪɴᴇ
ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴘʟɪᴛ, ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ
ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴄʜᴇᴀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴇʟʟ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟʏ
ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴀᴘᴏᴘᴛᴏꜱɪꜱ
ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴜᴋᴏᴄʏᴛᴇɢᴇɴᴏᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪᴛꜱ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜʟʟʏ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɢɴᴏꜱɪꜱ.
ᴘᴇʀɪᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ sᴋɪᴇs
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇɴᴄʜ, ᴠɪꜱᴄᴇʀᴀ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴘʟɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʀɪʙꜱ
ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ
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ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀꜰꜰᴏʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴀɴɪᴛʏ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴄʏᴛʜᴇ
ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟꜱᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴀʟ ᴛᴏɴꜱɪʟꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜰᴇʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɴɪʜɪʟ's ʀɪᴠᴇʀ
ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴜʀᴏɴ ʟᴇғᴛ ʙʏ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ
ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀɪᴇ
ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴇᴛ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ
ɴᴜᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴏᴛ ɪɴᴄɪɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱʏɴᴀᴘꜱᴇꜱ
ɪʟʟꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴜᴍᴏʀꜱ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏʀɢᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ꜱᴘᴀꜱᴍᴏᴅɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ
ꜱʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴀʀol
ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴜʟꜱᴇᴅ
ᴀʀɪꜱɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍɪᴄ ᴡᴏᴍʙ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ
ʙᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜᴇꜱ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴅᴇᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴛɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ
ᴛʜʏʀᴏɪᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ
ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ - ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ Qᴜɪᴠᴇʀ
ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴜɴᴅ
ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴛᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ
ᴇxᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ
ᴇʏᴇ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍɪᴄ ꜰʀᴀɪʟᴛʏ.
ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ
ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇʟɪxɪʀ
ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇxᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴇ
ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴠɪᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪᴛʏ. ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ...
ᴍᴇɪᴏꜱɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴀꜱᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ
ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘᴇᴜᴛɪᴄ ᴛᴏʀᴘᴏʀ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʀʙᴇᴅ
ᴀꜱᴘʜʏxɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴠᴏᴍɪᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ
ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇꜱᴜʀʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʀɢᴀʀɪᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴘᴀɪɴ



ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ꜱᴏʀᴇꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪꜰᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘʟɪɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ
ʀᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴍʙ ɪɴ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ
ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜs ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ
ɢᴀꜱ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴜɴᴏ-ᴅᴇꜰɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ
ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇꜱɪꜱ' ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ...
'ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!' ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴏɴꜱʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛ. ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ ꜱᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ; ᴀ ᴛᴏʀʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜᴛꜱ ᴘᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀᴏᴛᴄʜ
ʀᴀᴘᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜʀɢʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ.
ᴀʟᴀs ᴏxʏɢᴇɴ ʜᴀᴛʜ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴜs
ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ
ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴀᴛᴏᴍɪᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴘᴜʀɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴜᴇ
ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴏɴ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ ᴡʜɪʀʟᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏʀᴛᴇx ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀɪᴜᴍᴘʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀᴛᴀꜱᴛᴀꜱɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ...
ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟʏꜱᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴛᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴘʟᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
ɪɴᴋ-ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ꜱᴡᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴀʟᴇꜱᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛ
ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀɪʙʙᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ.
ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ'ꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ꜰʟᴏᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ
ᴛʜʀᴜ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅɴᴇss
ᴡᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ sɪɴ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪsғʀᴇsᴄᴏ
ᴀs ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ
ᴇᴍʙᴏssᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜʟᴇss ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ
ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ
Ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ Ｉｔｓ Ｌｉｍｂｓ
Ｌｏｖｅｒ'ｓ ｏｆ Ｇｏｄ'ｓ ｂｅａｕｔｙ
Ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅｒｅ ａｒｅ Ｎｏｎｅ

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ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴜsᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɢɪɢᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡs ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ sᴋᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ғʟᴜɪᴅs ɪɴ ᴀ sʏɴᴄʜʀᴏɴᴀʟ sᴇᴀ ᴏғ sᴜʟғᴜʀᴏᴜs ʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴘʜᴇʀᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏɪsᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴀʟ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪɢʀᴀᴛᴇs ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ɪʀʀᴇᴍᴇᴅɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘʜᴀsᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴠᴏɪᴅʟᴇss ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴏᴍɴɪᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ᴅᴇᴠɪsᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴘʟᴀɴ sᴏ ᴅᴇʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟʟɪsʜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢ ᴛᴀᴘᴇsᴛʀʏ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴀᴛʜᴏᴍ ʏᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ

ғʀᴏᴍ⠀⠀⠀ᴡʜɪᴄʜ⠀⠀⠀ɪᴛ⠀⠀⠀ᴄʜᴜʀɴs⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴡɪᴛʜ⠀⠀⠀ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇss⠀⠀⠀ɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ⠀⠀⠀ᴜʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ

ᴏɴ ɢʟᴀss-ʟɪɴᴇᴅ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀs ʀᴇɪɢɴ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ N͟a͟m͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s͟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ's sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ sᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴇᴘʜᴇʀs ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪsᴇ ɪᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ S͓̽t͓̽r͓̽a͓̽n͓̽g͓̽l͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴsᴏɴᴀɴᴛs ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ｃ𝕆几𝕗𝐮ѕเ𝕆几 ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ's ᴠᴀsᴛ ɪɴᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ Iñ ţǿñĝʉêş Uñkñǿŵñ ţĥãţ Fãmĩşĥ ţĥê Sǿʉl sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴀɢs ᴜs ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ sᴀɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sᴀʟᴛ sᴜғғᴇʀs 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓 ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙʟɪɢʜᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴄᴛʀᴜᴍ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ-ʙʀᴜɪsᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ e͡r͡r͡a͡t͡i͡c͡ l͡i͡n͡e͡s͡ c͡l͡i͡m͡b͡ l͡i͡k͡e͡ p͡a͡r͡a͡s͡i͡t͡e͡s͡ b͡u͡r͡n͡i͡n͡g͡ f͡i͡r͡e͡s͡ a͡f͡t͡e͡r͡ e͡a͡c͡h͡ d͡r͡i͡p͡p͡i͡n͡g͡ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ sʜᴀᴍʙʜᴀʟᴀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜᴇɴ ᴄʀᴜsᴀᴅᴇs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅʟᴇss ʀᴀɪɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ Ｄｉｓｔｏｒｔｅｄ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴅᴇғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴜʟᴅʀᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛs sᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴛʜ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍᴇ ᴀ sʏɴᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴏxʏsᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ғɪʀɪɴɢ

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Orιѕoɴ cαllѕ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғor ɢαrlαɴd woeѕ
⠀⠀⠀⠀Wιll ѕwαy αll wordѕ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ тo eхнαle ιɴ vαιɴ
ѕυcн αɴcιeɴт⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɴoвle мαledιcтιoɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀We ɢαze υpoɴ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀тнe lυмιɴαry
Hereαт мυɴdαɴe⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wreαтнed coɴdιтιoɴ⠀
⠀⠀⠀Sтαɴd ғorтн тнe wαтcн ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғroм vαѕтιтυde
Hιтнer dιѕordely ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ѕυвмιѕѕιoɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀Heαrĸeɴ тнυɴder ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ere coɴjυrαтιoɴ
Beнold тнe ѕpнιɴх⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀вeғore тнee ѕтαɴd
⠀⠀⠀⠀Reғυlɢeɴт ѕcoυrɢe⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ғorтн αdorαтιoɴ
Aт тнe Sᗩᙅᖇᙓᗪ ฿ØⱤĐɆⱤ─̃ͤ̒̌͗̈́ͫ͂̔̾̑ͥ̈́ͤ̄̃̽̉ͥͦ̈́͊͌̑̍҉̀̕҉̷͘͏̷̬̜̫͖̩͍͙̠̙̫̻͚̘̩͖͙̠̹͖͎͍̫̖̣͔̟̼̝̠͖̗̻̳̹̯͚̗͚̼̠̖̙͎̱̰̫̳̤̺̯̱̮̳̫̬̮̼̲͢͢ͅ─̷̢̛ͫͨ͆̈́̿ͣ̾͒̉̑̽̌͋̾̾̈̌ͧͣ͆͐ͫ̈́͆ͦ̓ͪ͗ͨ̋̔ͫ̂̃͒̌͊͆ͦ̃ͦ͗̈̌ͤͧ̃ͬͪ͛ͣ̓͛͆͑̑ͫ͑̎̑ͮ͑ͮͣͮ̏̈́̂̎͌̄̆͑͐̓̋ͯ̈̎̆̋̓̉̾̆̐̍̈́̉ͫͪ͆͂ͩ͊̌ͣ́́̕͟͞҉̷̷̷̴̠̪̟͔͎͓̲̲̺̰̜̬̜̭̦̫̙͔̪̳̰͇̕͟͠ͅ─̔̀̎ͧ̾͆̏ͭ̐̔̎ͬ̃͗̂̇ͪ̏ͥ̏̌̇̾͗̏̇ͪͧͭ̅ͣ҉҉̛́̀͟͜͞͞͝҉̶̝̪͇͉̪̺̺̩̥̦͎͇͎̤̩̺̰̫͉̮͖̻̙͖͈͖̥͓̫ͅ─̶̡̀̆ͪ͐ͯ͒͗͏̶̷̢͏̵̨̢̨̱̫̠͈͚̖͇̼͚͍̣̞̺̤̠͖̹̲̦̖͉̻̼͎͇̭̟͕̦͇̼̲̲̙̱͕͍̩̤͓̖͕̱̞̟͙͖̺̳͇̙͇̭̫̪̪͖̹̘̺̮̙̖̫̭̖̙́͟͟͠͝ͅͅ─̷̡̨̢̰̦̱͕̙̠̮̞̺̜̭͍̙̪͇̠̜̯̥̉̑͊͒ͨ̉̽͒̀͗͐ͧ̅̀͌̾̓͂̓̿̽̐̄͗̂̄͐ͮ̃̏ͬͦ͂ͨ͋̾̐ͪͨ̐͑̑̚̚͟͜͟─̵ͪ͂̃̈́͐̿́͋̈̒ͥ̋̎̒̌̐̍ͮ́͐̿̊̀̇͛ͫ͗̈́̿̀̆̾ͥ̅̈́́̒̅̂͗̋̀ͪ̊͐̇ͯͬ͌̌̎̅̑̈̈́̾ͦ͐͗ͪ̅ͯ̾̾̂ͥ͑ͪ̔͆̎̽̂ͣͦ̊̓̅ͦ̎̌̚͠҉̧̹̣̙̩̤̺̤̪̹̝̫̦̥͇̻̩̟̙̱̣̩̮͉͈͉̘̟̟̝̳̰̙͕͔͕̼̗̟̬̖̰͎̗̱͖̝̖̪̞̺̠̕͟͝ͅ─̵̨̨̛̝̯̜͓̙͖̯̪̜̣̞͕̱̲̤̲͔̖͙̲̹̳͇̬͙̳͓̥̪̬̬̝̝̱̥̙͈͚̰̰̩͉͍̼͔͈̖͍̮͓̖̰̻͉̪̼̙̣͉̻͈̱̟̟̞̱͕̰̣̬̬̜̬̠̜̤̗̼̳̘̳̻̻͇̫͓̣̹̻̰̈ͫ̐̃̄̐̽ͬ̄̑ͮ̉̈́̈́̊ͫ͊ͣ̿͆ͣ͊͋̓̇ͮ͐͛ͪͮ̈͆͊ͤͨ̇̇͒̏͗̆͂̾͛̆͊ͯ̒͑ͤ̒́̚̕͜͝͝─̴̷̶̡̧̄͑͆ͣ̂̈́ͨ̑̔̅ͧͣ̑̑̇̓ͭ͑ͦ̈ͫ̊ͮͭͫͥ́̀̚̕͟͟͜͝͞͡͝͝҉̧͖̞͕̳̗͇̦̗̞̤͎̳̦̲̖̫͚͙̺͈̬͓̱̪̲̘̥̱ͅ─̶̷̴̴̵̵̢̢̡͉̳̪͈̤͚͉̹̤̱̪͕̙̻̯̟̹͓̹͓̪̲͚̟̟̲̻̩̺̫͎̝̱̠̜͖̣̫̩̱̖͖̼̫̘͙ͦ̿̊͗̍̊ͨ̆̌͗̒̈́͐ͫͤͨ͒̽ͭ̉̇̒ͣ͒͒́ͮ̂̎̌̓ͫͥ͆̊͆̍̂́ͣ̀̀̚̚͜͜͢͞͞͞͡ͅ─ͤ́̆̈́̂̊̍͑̈́̒́ͯͥ̓̓ͫͤ̈́̋̍ͯ̔ͮ̍̋̊ͥ̿̅ͤ̀̾͊͋̈́ͫ͐ͧ̎͑̉͗ͥ͆̓͒ͨ̎̏ͧ͊ͧͧͭ̄̔ͮͯ̋̑ͪ̈́͋̌ͭ̉̚͏̕͡҉̵҉̴̵̴̡̢͖̗̣͔̩̤̱̹͙͖̲̗̙͚̫̻͎̝̜̳͚̥̀́́͟͠͝͠─̴̴̴̧̨̤̟̣̺̪̭̝̤̪̘̞̜͇͙͇̫͚̼͈͙̱͙̯̝̲͇̺̪̞̲̫̥̩̩͚̝̜̲̗̣̯̻͕͎͕̦̲̝̠͎̩͈͙̣͉̣͕̮̭̜͈̖̮͎̩͈͎̺͙͕̻̰̮̈́͐̇͆͗ͯ͒ͬ͑͗ͧ́̚̚͘͜͢͟͜͠͡͞͝ͅ─ͦ̈́̋̎ͣ̋̃͛ͤͤͫ̇́̂͊̅̒̅̍̔̂̂ͪͭ̒͗̓̎̄̃̏͑̂ͭ̆̊ͥ͗̽ͤ̂ͧ̐̃̉̽ͣ̀̌̑ͥ͐̅̽̊ͨͦ̈̔̅̎́ͮ̆̽ͣ́̇̀҉͉͉̞̥͓͙͕̞͎̬̱̦͚͍͍̟͈͓̬̦͎͚̼̟̘͍̲͚̥̲͈͕̝̯̯͔̗̬͔̼̜͙͈̦̣̲̥̲̰̹̭͕͈͔̤̙̼̺̭͇̖͕̞̝͙̝̀͟─̡ͪ̅̌̅ͩ̐ͯ͌ͤͬ̎̑͛ͥ̋̓̈́͆͌̌ͤͮ̌͊̒̒͆͐ͮ̿̄͐̅͛̒̈͛ͨ͆͛̑͒ͤ́̀̀͜͟͞҉͏̴̵̧̢͈̞̩̖̲̙͓̱͖̳͖̘̥͎̙̪̟̹̦͓̣̳̬̦͈̺̝̤̮̳̜̰̯͖͉̣̦̲̦̖͇̞̝͕͎͈̙͉̭̙̮̰̮͖̙̘̹͕̳̙͙̪̭͍̱͍̺̭͘͜͢ͅͅͅ─̵̷̨̡̢̛̠̠̞͖͇̦̼̗͚̖̬͉͈̬̲͎̺̯̞̝͕͙͔̪̺̼̬̱̮̫̰̅͂̊̏́̐͛ͤ͑͆ͭ̿ͩ̏ͭ͐ͤͥ͂̅̍̍̒̈́̓̀͘͜͢͞ͅ─̷̴̨̨ͦ̀ͤ̐̔̑̏͛̄ͩ̿̇ͣ̅̄ͥ̿̂ͥ́͒̈́͂̔̂͂́̀́͢͟͞҉̷̶̡̨̧̡͟͜͜͏͙̳͈̩͔̞̻͖͕̫̙̺͓̙̣͓̬͎̱͔̗̙̗͈̟̼͈̥̺̩͈̘̰̩͚̭̲̻̭̤̬̺̟͖̙̦̣̤̬̲͉͕̝̺̞̮ͅͅͅ─̸̡̢̋̿͌̈̒̅̌ͪ͊ͩ́ͥ̎̿̏ͪ̓̉̀̀ͤͤͩ̅̒̔̄̓͊ͦ͋ͯͦ͟҉̷̷̵̶̢̛͘͜͢͞͠͡҉̷̸̵̙͚̝̤͚̮̱̫̥̣̩͎̰̻͉͔̣̜̣̰̞͎̠̩̳̗̜̘̜̘͚̱̹̠̮̙̪͓̠̪̜̜̬̟͚̠͔̠͓̤̣͚̝̭͇͈͙̗͍̗͈̞͖͇̜͓̳̤̮͈̱̻̙̻̠̹͎̯͈̦̬̝̪̤̹̺̣͓̘̫̥̫͍͟ͅͅͅ ⠀ᒪIᑎᙓ α deαl wιтн ѕαтυrɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀мαde oғ ѕcorɴ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀тнe old yeαrѕ⠀
eιɢнт ғor нιѕ нoυѕe⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀αɴ eхιle dαred
⠀⠀⠀⠀тo croѕѕ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀нeαveɴ'ѕ ɢαтeѕ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀αɴd ѕтαy I wαѕ ιɴvιтed
₮ⱧɆ ł₦-฿Ɇ₮₩ɆɆ₦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₮ⱧɆ Ʉ₦ł₦Ⱨ₳฿ł₮ɆĐ
⠀⠀⠀⠀Averт тнe cυrѕe ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ѕeeĸ тнe ѕιɴɴer
Bereαved oғ нope ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀αɴd vιle oғ vιѕιoɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀Rυleѕ oғ ɴαтυrαl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀вorɴ eхιѕтeɴce
rαve oғ υɴreqυιттed ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀αppeтeɴcy
⠀⠀⠀⠀Oвlιvιoɴ drαwѕ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ evαɴeѕceɴce
Drαɢ мe тнe ғαтнer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɴαιl мe тнe ѕυɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀Avαυɴт α vιѕιoɴαry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Froм ɢleвeѕ υɴтold
Hιrαeтн⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Trαvαιl




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⟥ ≬ ∾ ⊙ ⟁ ⍉ ⩙ ⏚ ⟤

Ｗｉｔｈｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｒｅａｌｍ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｐｒｉｍａｅｖａｌ　ｅｘｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎ　
Ａｍｏｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｅｗ　ｗｈｏ　ｈｅａｒｄ　ｍｙ　ｓｔｏｒｙ．　
Ｄｒｉｐｐｉｎｇ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｐｕｎｃｔｕａｌ　ａｎｔｉｃｉｐａｔｉｏｎ　
ｉｎｔｏ　ｍａｄｎｅｓｓ　ｆｏｒｇｅｄ　ｂｙ　ｈｉｇｈｅｒ　ｇｌｏｒｙ
Ａｎ　ｉｎｇｒｅｓｓ　ａｐｅｒｔｕｒｅ　ｃｈａｎｎｅｌｅｄ　ｂｙ　ｔｗｏ　ｘｙｌｅｍ　　　
Ｇｕｉｄｅｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｄｉａｐｈａｎｏｕｓ　ｅｘｏｄｕｓ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｗｉｔｃｈ－ｈａｚｅｌ

Ａｌｔｏｃｕｍｕｌｕｓ　ｃａｓｔｅｌｌａｎｕｓ　
ｇａｔｈｅｒ　ｉｎ　ｎｏｘｉｏｕｓｌｙ　ｖｉｌｅ　ａｉｒ．　
ｗｈｅｒｅ　ａ　ｓｏｏｔｈｉｎｇ　ｂｉｒｄ　ｈａｓ　ｆｌｏｗｎ　ｉｔｓ　ｎｅｓｔ
ｗｉｔｈ　ｌｏｖｅ　ｍａｄｅ　ｎｏｗ　ｔｕｒｎｓ　ｏｎ　ｉｔｓｅｌｆ，　　
ｔｈｅｓｅ　ｌｏａｔｈｓｏｍｅ　ｓｐｉｒｉｔｓ　ｔｈａｔ　ｐｅｒｖａｄｅ　　
ｑｕｅｌｌ　ａｎｙ　ｂａｌｍｙ　ｓｅｒｅｎｅ　ｇｌａｄｅ．

Ｂｕｔ　ａｗａｉｔ　ｔｈｅ　ａｍａｒａｎｔｈｉｎｅ　ｔｗｉｓｔ　　
Ｈｏｉｓｔｉｎｇ　ｈｅｒ　ｔｒｏｐｈｙ　ｈｅａｄ　ｕｐ　ｈｉｇｈ　　　　　
ｗｅａｖｅｄ　ａ　ｌｏｎｅｓｏｍｅ　Ａｒａｎｅｉｄａｅ　
ｐａｒｃｈｅｄ　ａｓ　ｔｕｒｑｕｏｉｓｅ　ｔｈｏｒｎｓ　ｐｅｅｌｉｎｇ　
ｆｒｏｍ　ｔｈｅ　ｏａｋｅｎ　ｂｏｌｅ　ａ　ｐｏｔ　ｐｅｒｓｉｓｔｓ　
ｆｏｒ　ｎａｒｃｉｓｓｉ＇ｓ　ｓｃａｒｌｅｔ　ｄｅｓｉｒｅ

Ｄｉｄｎ＇ｔ　ｗｅ　ｊｕｓｔ　ｒｏｍｐ　　　　
ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ　ａ　ｈｅａｖｅｎｌｙ　ｇｒｅｅｎｓｐａｃｅ　　
ｗｈｉｌｅ　ｒｅｇｒｅｔｔｉｎｇ　ｎｏｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｉｒｅ？　　
Ｔｈｉｓ　ｂｅｅｃｈ＇ｓ　ｎｅｅｄｌｅｓ　ｅｖｅｎ－ｌｙ　ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ　　
Ｈｅａｒｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　ｃａｌｌ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ａｂｙｓｓ

Ｑｕｅｒｃｕｓ　Ｉｌｅｘ　Ｉｎｖｏｋｅｄ
ｔｈｏｕｓａｎｄｓ　ｏｆ　ｙｅａｒｓ　ｏｆ　ｅｘｐｏｓｕｒｅ　　
Ｄｅｃａｄｅｎｃｅ　ｃａｐｔｕｒｅｄ　ｉｎ　ｖｅｒｎａｃｕｌａｒ　ｐｉｔｓ　　　　
ｔｈａｔ　ｐｅｃｋｅｒｗｏｏｄ　ｆｏｒｅｓｔｅｒ　ｗｏｎｄｅｒ　ｌｉｔ　
Ｄｅｃｉｄｕｏｕｓ　ｓｍｏｋｅ　ｂｏｌｄｌｙ　ａｄｖａｎｃｉｎｇ
ａｎｃｉｅｎｔ　ｗｉｓｄｏｍ　ｃａｕｇｈｔ　
ｍａｎｇｌｅｄ　ｂｙ　ｔｈｅ　ｈｅｒｍｅｓｉａｎ　ｗｉｒｅ
　　
Ｔｈｅ　ｓｈｒｉｖｅｌｅｄ　ｍａｎｄｒａｋｅ　ｐｌａｎｔ　－　ｔｈｅ　ｕｎｃｈａｎｇｉｎｇＢｌｏｓｓｏｍｓ＇ｓ　ｉｍｍａｃｕｌａｔｅ　ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎ　ｂｙ　ｏｕｒ
ｕｎｃｏｎｓｃｉｏｕｓ　ｐａｉｎｔｉｎｇ　ｒｅｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ
Ｍｏｎｓｔｒｏｓｉｔｙ　ｏｆ　ｃｏｒｎｆｌｏｗｅｒ　
ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｉｒａｃｕｌｏｕｓ　ｂｌｉｎｄｎｅｓｓ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｈｏｇｓｂａｎｅ
ｖｉｓｉｂｌｅ　ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｐｉｎｎａｃｌｅ　ｒｅｆｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ

Ｔｈｉｓ　ｄａｙ　ｈａｓ　ｇｒｏｗｎ　ｏｌｄ，　
ａｎｄ　ｖｅｎｔｒｉｃｌｅｓ　ｇｅｎｔｌｙ　ｅｒｏｄｅ．　
Ｓｏ　ｇａｔｈｅｒ　ｍｙ　ｃｈｉｃｋｅｎｓ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ，
ｗｈｉｌｅ　Ｉ　ｔｈｉｎｋ　ｏｆ　ｗａｙｓ　ｔｏ　ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｍ．

Ｙｏｕ＇ｌｌ　ｈｅａｒ　ｏｕｒ　ｗｏｒｄｓ　
Ｐｌｅａｓｅ，　ｄｏｎ＇ｔ　ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ　ｔｈｅｍ．　
Ｗｈｅｒｅ　ｎｏｎｅ　ｃｏｍｅ　ｃｌｏｓｅ　ｈｅｒ　ｃｏｕｌｄ　ｔｏ　ｍｅ
Ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｏｎｌｙ　ｔｈｉｎｇ　ｗｏｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ　ｓｔｉｌｌ　ｉｓ，
ｗｉｌｌ　ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ　ｅｖｅｒ　ｂｅ
Ｗｅｒｅ　ｗｅ　ａｒｅ，　ａｌｌ　ｗｅ　ｌｅａｖｅ　ｈｅｒｅ？



＊＊ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＴＨＥ ＰＡＴＨＯＬＯＧＹ ＊＊
＊＊ＯＦ ＭＹＳＴＥＲＩＯＵＳ ＮＡＴＵＲＥ＊＊
＊＊ＷＨＡＴ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＤＯＩＮＧ ＩＮ ＭＹ ＣＯＲＴＥＸ＊＊
＊＊ＳＨＯＷ ＭＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＬＵＭＩＮＯＵＳ ＥＹＥＳ＊＊
＊＊ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＷＩＬＬ ＢＥ ＯＮＥ ＷＩＴＨ ＭＥ＊＊
＊＊ＡＭＡＺＩＮＧ ＭＥＴＡＭＯＲＰＨＯＳＩＳ？＊＊
＊＊ＹＯＵ ＭＵＳＴ ＫＮＯＷ ＴＨＩＳ ＰＬＡＣＥ＊＊
＊＊ＢＥＦＯＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＧＯ＊＊
＊＊ＷＨＡＴ ＳＵＢＣＯＮＳＣＩＯＵＳ ＵＮＣＯＮＳＣＩＯＵＳ＊＊
＊＊ＭＵＤＤＬＥＳＯＭＥ ＥＡＲＴＨ＊＊
＊＊ＴＨＩＳ ＰＬＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＩＮＴＥＧＲＩＴＹ＊＊
＊＊ＢＥＹＯＮＤ ＴＨＥ ＭＡＣＡＢＲＥ＊＊
＊＊ＧＩＶＥ ＨＩＭ ＥＴＥＲＮＡＬ ＬＩＦＥ＊＊
＊＊ＴＨＥ ＰＡＩＮ ＯＦ ＤＥＡＴＨ ＩＳ ＣＯＭＩＮＧ＊＊
＊＊ＣＡＴＣＨ ＩＴ ＩＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＳＰＩＲＡＬＳ＊＊
＊＊ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＲＩＳＥ ＨＵＮＧＲＹ＊＊
＊＊ＲＯＡＲＩＮＧ ＩＮＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＶＯＩＤ＊＊
＊＊ＣＯＮＱＵＥＲＡＮＣＥ ＩＳ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ ＩＭＰＥＲＡＴＩＶＥ＊＊
＊＊ＴＨＥ ＬＯＮＥ ＳＴＡＲＬＩＧＨＴ＊＊
＊＊ＳＫＥＬＥＴＯＮ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＳＵＮ＊＊
＊＊ＧＬＯＷＩＮＧ ＹＯＵＲ ＬＩＧＨＴ ＩＮ ＭＹ ＳＰＩＮＥＳ＊＊
＊＊ＬＥＡＶＩＮＧ Ａ ＨＯＬＥ ＩＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＰＬＡＣＥ＊＊
＊＊ＦＥＡＲＬＥＳＳ ＷＨＯ ＷＡＮＴＳ ＴＯ ＳＩＮ＊＊

　

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Ｓａｎｓ　ｒｅｌâｃｈｅ， ｂâｔｉｓｓａｉｅｎｔ

Ｌｅ　ｔｏｍｂｅａｕ　ｄｅ　ｌｅｕｒ　ｅｆｆｏｎｄｒｅｍｅｎｔ

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𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚛

𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚢'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛


𝙶𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚜

𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎

𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜


𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚎

𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗





𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 O𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜?

𝚆𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘-𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚎, 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜?


𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚄𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝙻𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜!


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𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙾𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜

𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛

"𝐼 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟!"


𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚛

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛

𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎

𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚒𝚛, 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜


SIᑕ EᖇᗩT SᑕᖇIᑭTᑌᗰ

"𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒..."

EᖇGO, OᗰᑎIᗩ EST ᗪIᑕTᑌᗰ

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎...





𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗

𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜'𝚜 𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚢

𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏, 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎





𝙰 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕

𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚋

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑

𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜

𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍

𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛... 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚄𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝


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𝙸 𝙰𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...

𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

𝙰 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝


𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘 𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎

𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 ＮＯＴ 𝚢𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍!

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𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎,

𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎!

𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢

𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜!


𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙼𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙸𝚗 𝙼𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝙱𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊

𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚊

𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑,

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘...
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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝙿𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜
𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎
S𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍
𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚊-𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎
𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍
𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍...

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𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚜 '𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝'
𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙰 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖
𝙲𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚁𝚎: 𝙰.𝙸 - 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎
𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚃𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝙱𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗.

Ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ａ Ｋｉｎｄ
Ｓｕｉ Ｇｅｎｅｒｉｓ



𝙰𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚔
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎
𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗
𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙵𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝙱𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎
𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛
𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘



𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚗
𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍
𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝚈𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗
𝙰 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗
𝙲𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗

SᙀᖴᖴOᙅᗩTIᑎᘜ ᙓᐯᙓᑎTIᗪᙓ ᑭᖇᙓSSIOᑎ

𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚟 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜
𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜
𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍
𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑
𝚘𝚟 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕
𝚂𝚞𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍
𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙸𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜' 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

Ｆｉｒｓｔ ⠀Ｖｏｉｃｅ, ⠀Ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ⠀Ｈａｒｍｏｎｙ

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ɆӾ₳Ⱡ₮ɆĐ ₵ɆⱠɆ₴₮ł₳Ⱡ ₱₳ł₦

𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝
𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍
𝙾𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚢'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝
𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚍
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑
𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑
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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝚃𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 I̕T̡̢̧̨̛̍̎̄̅̿̑̆̐̀́̕͘ ̴̵̡̢̧̨̛̍̎̄̅̿̑̆̐͒͗̀́̕͘H̛̍̎̄̅̀́̕͘Ừ̖̗̘̙́̕͘R̴̵̡̢̧̨̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̤̀́̕͘T̡̢̧̨̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̀́̕͘ 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!

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𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚗
𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚑
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠
𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖-𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚟 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝙽𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎
𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝙰𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝
𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝
Ｑｕｏｔｈ ⠀Ａｒｃａｎｅ ⠀🜀.



𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜
𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
Ｈａｒｍｏｎｉｚｅ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 Đł₴₵ØⱤĐ₳₦₮
Æ₮ⱧɆⱤ 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍
𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍
𝙰𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚎

𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝙸𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛



𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍
𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗
𝙵𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍
𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎
𝙴𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗
𝙰𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗

Ｆｉｒｓｔ ⠀Ｖｏｉｃｅ, ⠀Ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ⠀Ｈａｒｍｏｎｙ

ᖇEGᗩᒪE TᕼE GᖇOᑌᑎᗪ
ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇIᔕE, ᗰY ᒪIEGE

Ｓｐｅａｋ ⠀ａｇａｉｎ ⠀ｏｆ ⠀Ｅｔｅｒｎｉｔｙ

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ᙓOᑎ ᗩT ᒪᗩST ᙖᙓᗩᖇ YOᙀᖇ ᙅᖇOᙎᑎ
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