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Oh, Gloria …

Where seconds before, castanets were rapping their clat-ta-tat-tat, a deafening silence fell on the host of avatars in the room. Friendly banter was interrupted, a question went unanswered, and earphones were unplugged from devices to broadcast the newest tirade over speakers. Someone in Brussels unwrapped a lunch sandwich and listened in.

Gloria was in the room. This morning, she presented with glossy grey locks, which billowed in a nonexistent breeze. Her flawless, peaches-and-cream skin was buffed to a high shine. But that was not why everyone was squinting at their screens. They were accustomed to seeing a dark-haired vixen in a slice of underwear, sat with her knees exactly fifty centimetres apart. (Someone attempted the pose at home.) Today, everything, including her shoulders and most of her neck, was covered.

A stream of pings followed. “Everyone, get in here. Gloria is wearing clothes.”

Master had stopped the castanets mid-clat to croak at the host of avatars, “Reverence! Gloria is having a bad day.”

“And today’s crisis is…?” thought everyone. And they waited to find out. In New York, a spoonful of breakfast cereal was returned to a bowl. “What… exactly?”

A summary was sent in a backchannel. It read, “Dental emergency at the dentist, who has Wi-Fi, so Gloria can be here with us shortly before receiving treatment for the dental emergency, and then stay here with us, in fact, during the entire procedure, so we can be there for her.”

“Surely,” went one dictated response, “the care and feeding of her children comma who materialised out of thin air only last week comma should be the focus of concern question mark.”

After that update, volume buttons were pushed all the way down. But unable to see this, Master squeaked again. “Praise Gloria. Genuflect, you peasant scum!” No-one heard him. The rebellion had started.

Three hours later, Master punished everyone by giving Gloria his proxy. “Lead us, will you? For your teeth, dear.” A dubious honour it was, to be the doyen of disenchantment, dueña to disconnected souls.

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Clubhouse v Greenroom: Tuesday AM Beef

Where two or more humans are gathered on a social media platform, there will be beef. And, on Tuesday morning, social audio delivered two servings of beef to me before I even got out of bed.

It started when I woke up at 1 AM to have some water. I checked my phone and noticed an invitation to join a Greenroom networking session. The room looked like an exploded space ship. Avatars were floating about, and all mics were muted. In the notifications was a hyperlink to an adjacent Clubhouse networking session, so I beamed myself in. After saying hello to the group, I bid everyone a good night and promised to visit again.

Five hours later, I was awake. Now, I checked new messages in a Discord server for creators. Almost all of the members were posting screen captures of notifications showing that they had been blocked from entering one particular room on Greenroom. These individuals were all button-down suburban types, and not ratchet gang-gang Crips v Blood folk. The person accused of starting the drama was a new member of the server. I thought that for sure, the server was under attack (!) so I sent a message to the administrator.

Seconds later, I was back in the Clubhouse room from earlier that morning because I wanted to see if the group was still active. I noticed that the room had a different title, and that the host was discussing the blocking incident. He explained how groups worked to “steal networks” from influencers. The app is only three weeks old, but Evil never rests. I turned off my phone, put it on my desk, and went to work.

As I reflected on the storm that was swirling in my phone, it occurred to me that burnout on social media is caused by emotional attachments to vanity metrics. In the end, these metrics are a rendering of specific data points in virtual space. Many of us do not have a clear purpose for using social media applications. Too often, we misuse them and then blame “social media” for dampening our creative spirit.

I reminded myself that I should focus on communicating with the smart technology that runs these platforms. And how do I define effective communication on each platform? Knowing that they have different functions, learning what they require for sustenance, and feeding them.

On Sunday, for example, I practised a focused detachment on Twitter. Applying a formula to composing my tweets, I noticed that each one was retweeted. Then, I focused on networking on Greenroom. In a short time, I got a dozen new follows. These individuals searched for my profile on Clubhouse and followed me there, too. Stress level? Zero.

Yesterday, I took a break from my tested formulae to whine about “rude people”. My tweet was ignored. I allowed myself to get irritated by a creepy person leering at an attractive woman posing in underwear. I was taking things personally, and not being purposeful about promoting my business. No-one followed me. I promised to manage my time better.

To be honest, Tuesday’s incidents were nonstarters and quite boring. But I could see how people get addicted to feelings and then lose sight of their objectives. On Wednesday morning, everyone had moved on, so Tuesday’s energy expenditure was nullifed.

There is nothing I can do to convince anyone to feel less possessive over imaginary fiefdoms populated by the digital imprints of purported people. Perhaps my scepticism is based on the understanding that anything existing in electronic form can be made up, invented, copied, duplicated, forged, faked and reproduced. And it goes without saying that given how easy it is to do all of that, beefing over vanity metrics means next to nothing if you cannot convince your followers to show up for you when and where it matters.

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Be good to yourself

Retro style green and brown poster which says be good to yourself
Be good to yourself

I am still broadening my horizons and yesterday, my list came to the rescue again, thank goodness. The project in question started with an idea: “Make a super short film with one actor, in a single frame, with minimal monologue.”

The first attempt at production was binned due to technical issues. There was a recast but the second attempt got scrambled during two separate uploads to a cloud server. C’est la guerre.

Have a weekend of tranquility

Once upon a time, I would point my iPad camera at something, press record, and an interesting short film would pop out. Now that I am trying to show you something, I find myself living a scene from The Truman Show.

What confirmed this to me was that this evening, a UK-based filmmaker offered me producer credits on his two upcoming films. Have you seen The Truman Show? This is that scene in the bank.

Enjoy a beverage and a great book,
hopefully, one you’ve written


Presently, an actor is filming a different mini micro super short story that I wrote. If we both like it, I will share it here.

They say that if you start nothing, there will be nothing. However, I have proven, over the past three months, that even with strong will and a positive attitude, this outcome can happen anyway.

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Everyone wants the cherry on top but it takes work to get there

Commitment Cupcake

Does anyone remember who said, “Follow your joy”? I think this quote is popular because everyone can imagine feeling happy at the final stage of a project. Recently, I told Caring for Art that my nightmares have become work product. I was not exaggerating. Public speakers will never tell you that you must hard work to find the thing to which you can happily commit. If they told you to face reality, nobody would pay them $50,000 to talk about themselves for 30 minutes.

And because I know that the truth is hard to hear, I feel confident that no-one will copy my secret formula, which I am going to share in this post. This is my recipe for staying committed and focused on the way to finding joy. First read it, then scroll down for a taste test. 

🧁 Commitment Cupcake 🧁

Ingredients
Absolutely everything real about you right now. 

Directions 

  1. Write down every idea you have but stay loosely attached.
  2. Seek advice from qualified experts. 
  3. Listen to advice and evaluate for quality.  
  4. Search for useful ideas in negative feedback.
  5. Be assertive but never argue, no matter what.
  6. Lose fixation on irrelevant details.
  7. Shut down anyone who attempts to devalue you. 
  8. Transfer your idea from a “hard” medium to a “soft” one. 
  9. Follow up on each new idea (see item 1).  
  10. Table, pin, or expunge unworkable ideas. 
  11. Shred your lists.  
  12. Start over. 
  13. Keep at it. 

The taste testCovers only
Item 8 became especially important this week when my plans came to a full stop. And though I was feeling isolated and trapped, I decided to shred everything and start over.  

Contessa Magazine: Cover 2 in Icelandic

One of many ideas I had written down was “launch a magazine”. However, I threw it out because there are billions of writers, millions of magazines, and only a handful of subscribers.

From that, I imagined what it would be like for a young writer to dream of launching a magazine only to hit roadblock after roadblock. How would this writer solve these problems? The answers to that question became the treatment for a writing project. My preferred medium for presenting that story is a “hard” one, so I pinned it for later.

The transfer to a “soft” medium was a frictionless fusion of my interests. After careful research, I did some math: photography + fashion + world cultures + health + making stuff up + graphic design = a concept that I really like.

That is to say, I will only produce the covers. I’ve posted two test copies for you and I hope you like them. 

Contessa Magazine: Cover 1 in English
(Spoiled it, so don’t look too closely)

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I’m an artist and I’m allowed

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Today is the third day of the third month of the third year of the reign of the Emperor Reiwa. 3-3-3 is an auspicious day and as it was all over the news, I thought I would publish a post on this occasion for readers who love numerology.

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Fun story. When His Imperial Majesty was Crown Prince (kou-taishi-denka) I was in the same banquet hall with him and that now disgraced CEO who was smuggled out of Tokyo into Beirut in a double bass case. I was, however, introduced to his brother and sister-in-law when I was an undergraduate. The mother of the future Emperor tripped and almost fell on top of me.

Gold decorating flakes stamped on black paper

We were warned before the meeting not to touch them but had she fallen, she would’ve dinged her face very badly. Much to my relief, she caught her balance.

Oh yes, those were the days when people would ask me why in the holy muck was I studying a language with a writing system that looked like algebra and calculus got handsy with each other at a bar.

Perhaps I should stop being rebellious because I’m a grown-up now. But I feel inspired when someone tells me I can’t do something that’s lawful, perfectly doable and really fun to do. My ancestors martyred themselves to get shackles taken off and I am supposed to do what now? Be boring and bored. I cannot do it.


Ȉ̵̡̢͔̦̝̻̼͙̤͍̘̺͖̣͗͋͐̋̽̌̅̆͐̄͝͠͝ͅ ̴̗͇̙̥̞̠̒͛̑̽́̆̔̂̓̀͆̂͛̕͘͠ą̸̡̖̺͍̜͔͖̤͔̣̱̤̫̈̾̀̓͐́͆̇̅͐̓ͅm̸̛̰̦̱̤̪̐̀̅͑̋͊̇̌̓̎͆̚ ̵̪̖͖̲̬͆̒͒̎̌̀̊ͅͅa̸͉͊̀̇͛̃͋̓̌͐̌̒̈̅͝͝ņ̶̼͎̘̂̄̈́͑̈́͆͐̍̈́̈͐̄̔̕͘ͅ ̶̱̳̜̣̻͕͇͙̺͈͋͌̾͑̈̏̿̾͗̏͊͌͒ã̸̩̙̥͙̬̼̦͖̹̬͖̙͍̋̎͊̉͜͝͠r̸̨̛͕͉̙̠̖̗̖̦̠̓̂̂̐̔̒̈́̍̒̈͌̎̕͝t̸̢̹͔̣̪̲͕̩̟̘̬̠̫̃̄̑̂͛̒̄́̎̐͘͘͜͜͝͝ͅï̴̪͔̼͔͉͈̺̬͎̪̈́̑̊̇͂̆́̋͊̍̓̈́͌̈s̸̡̡̨̝̹̜̞̹̩͒͂̄̌̃̂͊̇͒̈́͒̈̾̈́̚͘ͅţ̸̢̱̠̤̹͕̬̑̅̈́̓̋̇͝ ̵̡̧͖̪͉̝̤̣̩̱͙͙̦̬̯͙̽̐̐͑́͊̀̓̄͘ạ̵̧̨̛͖͎͙̩̪̼͔̈͐̍̆̀̍̋̅̐̈́̌͛̓̂n̶̢͆̈́̃̔ḑ̶̡̙̭͕̩̥̮̻͚͈͎̃̔͜ ̷̨̨̡̢̙̀̂̚I̸̢̘̰̰̮̜̬͓̗͎̼̙̟̦̹̍̇̇̎̔̈͑̋̓͋͝ ̵̣̣͚̪̦̗͕̪͛̆ã̶̧̮͈̙͓̫͔͙̼͓̥͍͐͒̐͌̓͗̎̄̑̅̽͆͝m̸̡̘̥̬̺̙̝͎͎͖͚͎͕̳̩̟̍̋͠ ̴̻͊̓̍͛a̵̬͎͕̠̒̊ḽ̴̹͙͖̖̩̰̙̳̞̗̌̊̒̽̕l̷̲͎̦̣̰̣̥̯͆o̷̜̿͐̓͐͒̓͒͋̚w̵̹̖̩̣͚̫͖͋̂̂́͊̈́͂͑͑͒́̐͂̃͝͝e̵̢̧̹̭̱͇͉̦͖̺͕̹̦̔̇̓̎͊̾͌̓́ḑ̵̙̪̖͚͔̀͛̈̒̀̒͗̊̾̈́̋͜͝͝ ̷̨̡͍̹̫̞̣̥̹̣̙̾̍͊̾͂̊͗̍̇͋̋̑͝͝ͅc̷̱̻͐̎ṟ̵̲̹̗͖̞̰̭̭̦̦͓̍͌̚͜ͅͅą̵̨̯̣͈͇̱̋̈͑̅̆̓̂́z̴̛͔̱͎̞̟͇̜͚̱̼̫̈̓̂͝i̶̳͕̤̮͖̥̜̰̹̯̼̊n̶͔͎̜͐̊́̾̈́͐̅̚̚͜e̶̡̨̬͖͍̪̟̮̜̝̩̘̖̘͋̋̋͂͛̽̈́̾͘̕ş̴̰̮̪͉͔͗͂͛̾́̀͊͠s̴̨͔̲͉̳̩̼͎͕̲̦̺̤͎̲̬͗̓̍̒̾̀̈̇̚̚̕ ̸̡̺̤̣̟͔̝̝͍̹͇̬̞̣̍̒́l̶̛̛͙̮̩̳̊͌̋͊͑̂͂̃̽͠e̴̢͔̫͍̤̫̝͈̫̓͑̓̑̿͌͝v̶̨̞͎̼̪͚̄̽̒͂̋͐̿͠è̴̛̙̕l̴̹̩͍̹̅̋̐̐͘ ̷̢̧̨͎̤͈͙̘͈̥͖̥̻̊͑̎̔́̋́́̅̌̕͜t̶̡̪̝̝̙̜̗̾͗̐̆̀̊̀͒o̶̡̡̞̯̟̱̟͙̺̼̮͎͎̹͕͛̑̾̊̈́̈́̋ ̸̨̣͓̫͔̦͎̑̃͋̒̀͛̊ͅţ̸̡̢͈̩̹͎̤̇̀̎͌͠h̵̜͈͈͕̥̅̍͐̈́̊̽̆̑̽̅͂͝e̷̢̲͚͎͚̔͑͒́͗͒̄́͆͒̏ ̸̹͊̉̃m̴̢̞͚̥͍͎̙͇͎͎̹͔̊̄̀̾͗̋̊̾͋̈́͘͠a̶̡̡̨̪̗͔̺̞͖̅̒̇͆̈̈́͂́́͒̈́̔͛͘̕ẍ̸̻̙̭̻́͂̒

I will, however, wish you a lovely day. I have sent positive thoughts and prayers across the seas for your happiness, peace and tranquility on this auspicious occasion.

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ˌɪmɔːˈtælɪti dʌŋ mɑːsk

Summary
ˈhɜːkjʊliːz kliːnz ði ɔːˈʤi(ː)ən ˈsteɪblz baɪ fɜːst ˈgɛtɪŋ ˈfɑːməz frɒm ɔːl ˈəʊvə griːs tuː klɪər aʊt ðə kaʊ dʌŋˈɑːftə ˈwɜːkɪŋ ɒn ə fjuː ˈprɒdʌkt aɪˈdɪəz wɪð tuː ˈmɑːkɪtɪŋ kənˈsʌltəntshiː ɪˈvɛnʧəli dɪˈsaɪdz tuː bɜːn daʊn ðə ˈsteɪblz

After the last of the farmers’ carts had left, Heracles summoned Themis to thank her. She had told him what to say to convince every farmer in Greece to use immortal bovine dung to improve soil quality and guarantee bountiful yields, even in times of drought. The best part? The dung was free, as long as they scooped it out of the stables themselves.

Kisshoutennyo, one of Lakshmi’s cousins, was visiting with Themis. She appeared when Heracles said he still had a decade’s worth of dung to clear out. She offered a solution. “Let’s do a night cream called, ‘Kissho Immortality Dung Mask.’”

“Who the $#!+ will use face cream made of $#!+?” asked a bewildered Heracles.

“Everyone,” replied Kisshoutennyo, not quite understanding what the problem was. “Ten minutes of this is going to snatch your face.”

“Are you seeing my office, though?” whined Heracles.

“Relax,” said Kisshoutennyo, “because I will help. But give me a second … Be right back.”

While they waited, Themis suggested mixing extra virgin olive oil (lamp fuel) and immortal bovine colostrum into the dung. These ingredients would prevent the cream from drying out. Two days later, the churning was turning into a new labour, and Heracles was not happy. They were well past the deadline and they had no packaging ready.

“I should have thought of packaging first,” Themis said. Then she got an idea. “Do you realise that we can use this mixture to make soap? No packaging necessary.”

“How?” asked Heracles.

“We have colostrum, which has water; olive oil, which is fat; and dung has lots of salt.”

Heracles’ eyes glazed over. He was, after all, just a guy with muscles who did stuff.

“We need a cauldron and some fire,” continued Themis.

Pointing to an urn containing lamp fuel, Heracles suggested, “Like, why don’t we use that and burn all the $#!+ in here?”

“That works better,” agreed Themis. By now, the noxious gasses in the stables were making her loopy. In spite of this, she put the cows out to pasture, and Heracles set the stables ablaze.

And as they chuckled to themselves, Kisshoutennyo appeared.

“Oooh, you’re done already?” she exclaimed. “You’re so hardworking.”

Themis glowered at her friend, flaring her nostrils. This prompted Heracles to stand between them.

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Nicodemus et Artemisia

A̴̧̹͑̿͂̾r̷̛̠͕̒̓̊͐͝t̵̤̪̜̗̰̰͎̝͎̤̙̼̾͒̿͜ĕ̸̦͎͔͇̫̜̱̼͎͙́͜m̴̨͚͍̹̣͙̈̋͑̆̂̽̈́̐̚i̴̤͙̼̗͇͈͚̍̎̀ͅṡ̸̛̫̣͍̠͖̠̥͆̄̎̄͘̕̚i̸͇̰̠̓͊̊̍̄̇á̷̻͎͎̗̠͕̳̦̭̀̕ ̷̩̜̗̭̙̜͕̬͙̈́͒͜w̴̛̘͉̞̹͓͍̟̲͇̺͚̫̻̜͛̆̈́͌̂̄̑͑̚ò̴͈̪͔̮̣͔̠͕̈́̾͆̓̀̐̀̆͑k̵̤̘̪̬͚̮̩̹̣̞̹̱̒͆̂̀̎̈́͌̎̆̏͆̽͐͜͠ě̸̡̻͎̰̩̭̬̣̠̞̘̦̉͑͂̂̾͐̀̓̃̇̄͘̚ ̷̛͚͇̩̭̳̣̹͒̈́̓͗̌͆͌̑̽̕f̵̛͓̥̫̥͔͂͆̆r̷̛̭̫̪̤͖͕͈̖̼͇̬̩̬̦͖̀̇̿̋͒̂̉͒ȍ̵̜͙̲͍̣̗͔̂̓̃̂͑͘͝m̴̡̡̡̨̹̗̯͕̬̪̜̹̋͗̎̇̆̅̀̎̃͌̃̽̇̚͜͠ͅ ̷̧͇̹̯̏͆̾͑̀̆̅̅̿̅̅̋͒̚͝͝a̸̢̞͔̣̗̹̟͑̈́́̓̒̓́ͅ ̸̤̩̬̺̟̥̏̀́͋͌͂̇̏̋̃͗͜n̷̜̭̰̭͕̳͓̺̮̼̣͊͛̀̀͋̍͒́́͊̌͆͝ą̶̨̺͉̬̳̗̫̺̘̖̲̗̉͜͜p̸̢̜͎̟̻̼̩̦͎̼̦̙̟̐̋͌̾͆̔̑̌̍͗̐͑̂̂͜͠ ̴̱̳̮̱̭͍͎̈́̈t̸̮̐̃̈́̋́̈́̑͒̈̉͌̚͝o̵̪̦͓̥̪͍̮̠̳̐͐̐̽͋̿͛̄̀̋̓̈́͝ ̴̢̨̜̱̦̏̅͊͋͂s̷̗̞̳͔͇̖͈͓̪͊̅̏͌͒͌ṃ̶̛̣͍̜̭̻̹̃̈́̅̈́͒́̊̾̚̚ȩ̸͇̪̗̤͈͚͖̯̦̈͒̓̒̃̋̽̇̆̒͒̉͘͜l̵̢̡̹͖̝̮͉̙̦͚̼͓̋l̷̛̺̤̗̪͎̼̠͈͇̥̹̲̫͌͌͑̃̌͌̋͑͆̈́̐̽̂̈́̕͘͜ͅ ̸̥̘̮̫̠̥̺͚̩͉̀̏͒̄̇͋̾͑͐̒̓̎͛̑̍͗͘ǫ̵͔͇̖́̔̄̂͘ṛ̵̡̰̻͓̩͑a̸̯̫̩͌͋̓͋͆͂͂͠n̴̡͉̻̤͈͂̃́́͜g̸̢̛̲͙̳̲̟͎̰̫̣̟̏́̀͑̋̌͋́̈́̿̒͗̍̔̌͜͠ẽ̶̛̛̖̣͖̟̀͆ͅ ̶̛̟̯̳̅̏̄͊̎͂́͛̚ǫ̵̫̻̥̭̣͙͓̝̏̔̈́̉̑̐͐͘͜͝͠į̵̢͖̯̲̯̺̦̙͇̉̿̐̑̃̾͌̇͌̏̌͐͝l̵̡̨̡̧͙͚̘̳̩̪͈̗̞̾̍͂̀͆͒̄̅͆̍̎̕͝͠ͅ ̴͍̻̱͖̪͇͔̳̅̀̓͑̂̂̄̏́͗͑͐̆̚̚͝b̴̧̛̖̱͉̣̣̙͗̑͌̋͑̏͂̒̌ú̸̧̨̨̡̞̩̠̟̺̤͇̱͇̪͇͊̅͐̄̌͆̊̀͐͠ͅr̵̛̛͙͙͕̼̰̦̬͙͉̘̮̗͎̱͔̋̃̐̎͒̂̔̈́̍̐̅͘̕͜͝͠ͅn̶̢̘̱̭̝̲̽̌ĩ̶̢̢̻̗͚̮̗̙̓͑̾̀̀̍͆̀͛n̵̢̒̄̇̎́͑̊̆͌͝g̶̫͓̣̾̿͊̇̓̽̚̚͝.̶̢̠̻͕͓̱͖̙̱͉̆̏̔̏̒͛̀̑̈́̚͘͝͠ ̶̮̪̞̗̖̠̇̾̈̃̏̎̂̓͛̕͝͝<br≯̢̢͚̰̦̳̩̤̪̰̻͍̲̀̃͑̂̒͑̕̚̚͝T̴̰̱͌̆̈́͂̅h̵̡͎̪͕̭̭̘̝̘̪̭̲̹̙͚̙͌̀̆͂̅̽̑̐̄̕e̵̩̺͕͇̭͎͑̈́̐̓̀ ̶̠̖̱̰̾́͛͗̀̎̕ą̷̡̢̺͚̠̟͎̠̙̫͇̝̱̓̃̂̌̉͋̔̀͑͐͘͘͜͝r̶̡̨̛͇̠̭͈̻͔͎̜͕̎̊̿͌̑̒̋͒͠͝ȏ̴̫̘̜̳̫̹͆́͘͝ͅm̵̼͉̩̃͘a̷̢̧̖̱̣̮̥͕̥̭̾́͋̅̈́̈́͂̆̇̚͝͝ ̵̡̡̨̫̦͚̘̲̰̭̪͍̰̥̻̀̈́f̸͔̦̞̯̞̰͇̬̗̞̖̽l̵̟͓̟͚̙̹͓͗̋̐̑̈́̾͂́̔̆͋͜͠͝o̴̧͔̗̺̲͇̤͕͎̯̬͍̼̝͒̎̓̔̂̀́̓̈́͊͜a̸̧̨̙̬̬̭̞̪̼͔͙̙͉̞͜͝ţ̸̯̼̖̲̣͆̀͆͌͗̍̿͑͂̀̏̚͝e̸̼̯̹̯̮͂̑̉̅̈́̈́̈́́͆̂͒͂̏d̴̢̡̟̘̯̼̥̳̼̦̱̫͔̲̰̽̆̋̈́̋̿́̋̓̅̄̆̕ͅ ̷̡͍̗̲̝̼̺͎̖͉͖̭̒̓̀͒̽̍̐̉̇̂̕̕͜͜͠ỉ̴͖͈̝͚̺̹̩̞̺̙͍͔͎̗̃̓̄͂̑́̈͆̉̓̽̈́̚ņ̶͚͍̺͙̺̪̿̀̈́͂̉͌̋̔͊̂̔̊̃͜͜͝͝ ̸͕͙͔̬͔̱̏͌̐̊̋̿ã̷̧̡͉̝̳̼̖͔̝͖̼͇̞̤͈̐̓͌̍̍̌͘͠ņ̷͚̘̼̹̥̀̒̀͆d̸͎̳͇͔̹̮̗̐͒̀̊͜͝ ̴̗͉̬̜̙̬̣̲͖̜͍̤͙͔͛̍̿̓́̅̿̑̊̍̅̀͝͠͝p̷̞͉̖̣̩̬̙̺̟̤̝̯̰̣̣̈̌̋̽̋̌̓̀̓͝ȯ̶̢͕̠̟̹͈͓̖̤̩̣͖̹͆͋̔͆̄̇̓̈̽́̽̋̊̈́̓̚͜k̴͍͕͉̥͕̺͈͎͙͕͎̭̹͕̃͒̇̕ͅe̷̛͔̝̜͐̀̎̽̆̕d̶̡̡͕͚̗̦̺̱̝̞̱̔̒̀̐͆̅̇̾́͊͆̈͋̆͜ͅ ̸̨̩̳̩͍̳͎̹̼̤̘̝̪̩̿́͊͐̇̃̒̈́̕͠͝h̸̡̪͔͕̥͓͇̣͕̱̯̤̭͌͂͋̑̍͋̅̈́͐̆̔́͝͠͝e̸̩̺̺͖̩̪̰̩̬̫̥̮̮̅̄̈́̆̓̒̒̾̈́͒͘͠r̸̛̖̙̘̳͎̫͓͍̮̙͎̰̣̈͂̍̽̾̽̅́̔̒̕͠͝ ̷̨̡̘͎̯̱̭̗͖̥̓̽̿̿͒̓̅̈̔͒͂̀̓͝n̴̢̛̙̗̺̦͚̖̣͈̲̦͈͈̓̂́̿̀͘ồ̷̢͚̱͈̠̥̉͌́̓̉̐͘͝͝š̶̨̗̪̫͎̓̇͛́͗̓̚͠t̵̡̘̠̲͎̗͓̼͓́̿̈́̿̾̅̌r̷̡̛̛̖̙̙̫̪̘͇͂̄̆̄̄̉̄̉̾́̈́̔į̶̛̼̉̿͐͛̋̔̄̚͝ĺ̵̜͚̣͈̲̼͈̠̰͚̭̱̝̟̣̃͛̈͐̏̀͌̉̐̇̆́̉͑̃͜͝s̷̢̢̛̺̹̠̰̝̰̤̺̘͍͎̘͕̅̇́̐̀͒͋̉͜͠ ̶̧̛̛̰̠́̂̃͛̓̽̃͒̿̀̔̚ͅt̸̫̣͎̪͍̯͎̻͛̿̉͆̃̐͝͝h̵̡̛̩̣̟̦̬̦̪̱̦̟̲͇͕̹̤͉̑̈́͊͊̈́͛̅̓̐̓̆̀̽̀͘͠ȓ̸̨͉̰̖͔̻̦͙̬̼͕͖͖͓͈̒̐̔͒̍̏͊͐̿́́̂̋̕͜͜͝͝o̷̢̱̠̺̲͓̓̓̽̓͊̇̏ͅū̵͚͎͓̩̀̿̍̽̒̅͐̈́ģ̸͚͈̦̦̺͔̪̱̰̗̖͈̱̭̫͊̈́̀̄̌́͘h̶̨̧͓̋̑͆̋̈͒̇̉͛̈͘ ̷̪͓̼̺̱̮͇͖̓̏́̊̍͑̈́̏͐͐̀̆̀́̍͜͜ţ̵̛̣̪͔̟̲͚̞̩̼͙̥̪̦͆͌͆̀̎̑̕͜͝h̶̞̻̲̬͊̐̂͆̄̑͆̅̓̓͑́͒̂̈́̏͜é̷͍̦̹̝̔̽̄́͜͠ ̵̢̢͈̙̖̳̫̬̭͔̦̜̭̞̜̒͂͆̿̽̋́<br≯̩̯͉̬̤̦̖̰̀̏g̷̫̠̘̲̲̱͓̻̖̊͜a̷̪͆͌̓̎̆̆͛́͂͆͂͌͆̂͠u̴͖̯͓̘̩͆͒̈̈̈́͋̿͛͆z̸͕̮̬̅̈́̊e̵̟̓̓͌̅̽̐̑̓͌͒̓̕ ̶̨̢̛̦̫͕͍̠̠̒͂̈́̃̈͜l̵̨̹̤̖̼͔̟̟̻̪̼̮̙͈͍̗͖̍͋̉̋͋̉͗ȉ̵̛̗͇̟̠̟͖͍̜ṉ̵̻̳̩͂̈͊̓̄i̶͔͖͕̖͎̭̬͚̜̲̰̜̓͒͛́̀͑͜͝ñ̸̾̏̊̀͋͌͗̂͆͛̔͜ģ̷̦͚͖̝͓͖͍̩̫͕̰̝͍̥̑̾̾̉̀̆̽͝ ̶̢͉̜̯̹̻̺̻͙̫̺̇ḫ̶͎̞͕͑̑̒̑ę̵̪̲̩͕͎̥̜̝̻̲̺̊ͅr̵̢̛̪̖̝͍̫̒̄̓̂̔͋̈́͂̎͛́͒͑̾̎͠ ̷̨̧͍̩͍͕͓͙̆h̵̨̨̤̭̻̳͈̞̊̕ͅa̶̛̳̹̭̿͂̓̐̃̿̽͗̋͛͐̏̽ͅm̸̧̛̦̫̪̣̟̞͙̣̬̬̄̾̅̈́̋́̉́̓͆̓͌̐͗m̴̡͔̋̄͜͠o̸̗̣̗̦̫͂͋͆͊̄̈́̈̕c̷̨̝̝̮̠̟̱̩͙͓͓̃̎͐k̷̢̛͚̼͍̗͇̭̠͓͕̟̲͍͋̈́͌̔̈́̇̀̋̈͝.̶̡̨͓̦̓̆͒͗͑̍̄̔̾̿̄̂͘͠͝ ̶̧̜͍͎̝̟̒̋̆̒͂̃̍̈͊̆̿͘͝ͅS̴̥͉̈́̈́̍̍͐ḩ̸̨͇͉̱͙͈̖̖̣͉͉̞̫̱̜̃̈̽̋̿̆͆͂è̷̢̨̧̹͓̙̺̘̟̣̞̬͙̼̫̑̽̀̅̈͗͆̑͝ͅ ̵̡̛̳̹̜̗͉̘̙̥̘͎̳͍̰̆̇̈́̽̽͆͗̾̈́͆͌͛͗̋ͅs̸̨̹̯͎̤͕͈͔̺̥̲͚̃̈̊̑̓́ͅͅp̸̡̝͎͎̤̜̅̀́̓ͅụ̵̢̡͎̥̻̠̥̞̤͖̙̱̠͔̰͂͆̀̓̍̃͑̕̕̕͜n̵̥͚͍̖̂̃̔̈́͌͐̽ ̶̢̢̡̠̣͍̩͍̹̾̆̋̄̍͆͂o̷̢̱̺̦̫̙̞̠̮̼̎͗͜u̷̢̹̼̝͓͔̥̺̽͂̌t̴̩̣͙̙͖̜͚̝͕̭̦̹͚̅̈́̈́̚ ̷̯̘̀́ô̸̝̘͌͛͒̈́͝͠f̶̡̺̜̤̗̻̞̼͛̒̄̀͌͊͝ͅ ̵̛̭̬̼̪̣̥̯̈́̐̈́̏̂̅ȋ̸̡͎̯̑̀̉̒̇͘̚ṫ̶̯̤͉̫̘̹͑̍̎͂̈̚͠ ̷̨̦͎̙̘̜̞͓̄̊̈́̑̔̈́̅̐̒̃̕a̵̧̛͓̬̲͍͚͈̜̩̎͗̾͌̄̈́̿͊̓̈́̿̃̔͝͝n̶̛̘̖̪̲̞̯̮̲̟͎͇̿̓̿͂̅̾̎̿̍͊̈́͝͝͝ͅd̸̛̛̞̯̘̺̘͈̓̂̅̍̒̓̂͂̾̓̋̕͘ ̶̨̞̞̯̳̯̐͌̃͐͐̕w̷̡͓̲̤̤͈̗̲̠̲̔̄̏̇̑́̐͘̕̚ą̸̧̛̥͍͗́͌̊̈́̌̉͒̅̿̚͘͝͝l̶̢̛͕͇̫̝͙͙̙͌̍ķ̶̳̫̹͎͍͎̩̦̯̘̫̥̅͛͗͆̍͋̕͜͠e̶̛͇̼̊͛̓̏͆̋̀̉͗̉̇́͐̚͝ͅd̵̡͚̭̝̰͇̜̞̤͔̘͇̙̃͛ ̴̡͎̪̝͇̲̲͓͈̞͓̝̖̓͆͑̊́̀̂̽͒̚͝t̴̡͓͇͖̳̤͖̞͖̪̘̟͉̰̹̟̣̓̃̓̋͆̒͛͝͝ō̶̧̱̞̙͇̽̏ ̵̘͘t̶̼̲̹̥̤̪̯̽́̎̏̒̅̃̔͆͗̊̏̈́̎̚h̶̛̯͖͇͔̱̞̗͇̠̭͍̬̲̙̩͙̏̔̏͠e̵̯̝̺̹͕̠̭͕̜͒ ̴̮͇̍̃̆̅̎͛͘<br≯̨̮̘̼͈̳̺̼̙̯͈̄̃́̄̂̓͌̋͌̊͛̾̓͊̚̚͝f̷̡̛̛͕̝͚̗̈́̅̈̉̈́̆͒̿̎̕͘ō̵̡̺͚̻̖͓̼̭̝̝͖̣̦̬̞̻̜̾̂̈́͗̿͐͌͆͑̉̾͝͠͝y̵̢̱͚̋̋̀̐͆͐̽̓̃̔͝é̵̢͉̺͇̼̃̽̂͝͝ṙ̷̢̛̝̠̳̙͓̖͚͈̳̲̟̯͍͂̉̑͆͗̑̀̇̈́͘͘͝͝͝,̴̜̖̪͇̣̖͖̖̹͈͂͋̎̐̌̊͐̓̈́̚̕͜͠͝ ̴͙̣̼̟͓͇̦̠̞̦͖̹̠̿́̑̍́̇̏̑́͊͆̕͝ȇ̸̛̖̯̮̜̭͇̘̲̯̤͓x̷̧̟͙͔̟͙͖͛̒̏̿̎͆̏̽͘p̴̛̹̯̠͙̥ę̶̨̧̩͔͓̥̹̳̳͂̈͑̀̽̏̍̈́̄͛̇͘ͅc̸͍̠͍̹͙͖͖̠͚̘̘͕͛̈̆̐̑̋̔̅̈͊̍͂̔̒̈́̕t̷͔̞̠̮͇̆͒̌̐̌̈͂̚̕͠i̷̧̢̛͔̖̠̞͋́̃̀̄̄̄̐͗̕͜͝n̵̤͓̦̝̓͗̀͛̽̔͂̌͌́̚̕͝g̴̨̢̗͚̗͚̲̾͊͊́ ̶̢̢̧̹̪͙͕̪̬̲̗̮̹̬̳̄͛͛̚t̴̠͔͇͇̿ǫ̸̪͕̰̺͇͍̎̄̍̉̃̈́̋̄̀̐̚̚ ̵͕̙̍̋ͅf̶̹͎̏i̶̲͋͂̿̿͑͆̓̍͝n̷̨̢͓̘͇̟̼̲̹̙͈̹̺͎̍͒̓̉̊̎͒̒̽̀̓̇͆͂̕͜͜͠ͅd̶̨̹̪͍͎̣̯̫͓̐͑̅̓̔̌̈́̏̃̚͝ ̶͍͍͎̮̻͇̘͖̺̎͆̇̅ͅả̸̡͇̞̝͎̗̳̦̯̮̻͙̱̙̙͖͜ ̸̢̮̺̳̹͓͎̣̭͎̰̗̥̈̆̌̈͗̈́͊̈́̓̄̾̈̓͛̒͜͠͝ͅͅp̶̭͕̟̱̗̥̖̪̌̄̌̒̂͐̀͒͝͠u̶̧̡͉̖̻͙͈̯̺̼̣̱̘͂́̒̀̑̆͜͜͜͝ͅp̴̢̡͖̫̙͉̲̭̥͚̘̮̭͉̓̎̾i̶̦̿̀͒̽̔̽̐̎̾̆̀l̴̝̥͓͎̠̎̏̍͒̒͒̂͆͝͠͝ ̵̱̗̜̣̈́̋̒̌̄͆̅f̷̥͔̭͕̣͈̼̰̈́̑̾̇̅̚ṙ̸̛͙̻͇̆̽͊̏̀̈͛͝o̴̧̮̲̭̼̮̟̰̯̪̜͋m̴̡̙̩̪͚̳̞̣͒̍̅͂̋͝ ̴̧̹͕̬͚̝̖͈̹̀̑͒͊h̷̢̛͎̻̙͖̖͍̙̮̤̪̪̮͒͋̕̕ͅe̷̯̰̖͉̊̄͆̓̅̍̋͋̀͊́́͘͜͝ŗ̴̨̛̛͇̯̤̱̙̊̽́̂̈͌͆̇̓́̅ ̸̧͇̖̞͙̫̬̗̺̙͖̰̇̃̅̋͗̒͐̚̕̕͝ả̶̧̧̹̫͍̞͉̫͈̪͖̳̼̫͍̳̯͒̽̈́͂͊̌̆̅̂̀͝͝r̴̡̡̖̩̠̼̗̩͚̰̤̘̬̐̈́͐̇̎͂̈́̐͋͝͝ç̶̳̉̈̒͗͊͗͒̾͑̚h̶̢̧̘̯͓̯̩̪̮̭̗͎͖̉̇̅͘e̶̮̜͂͊̅͗̇̓̔͐̑̍͜͠͝͠ͅr̴̢̫͈̜̬͍̖̜͙̤͓̫̬̣͊̀̊̑̋͆͌͐̕͘y̵̧̮̣͇̝̫̹͔̪͇̗̮̙̔̋͜ͅ ̸̡̯̹̺͉̭̱̝̪̜̣͖̭̌̈́̄́͆͛̿̑̌̿̇̄̉̚͠͝͝s̴͙̹͇̜̠͖̠̻̖͈͉͓̦͓̤̊̅c̸̢͖̤̤͉̜̹͈̩͖̈̆͐̆̅͆͛͆̅͗̕͝h̸̦̣̺̰̱̠̫̖̒͐͛̂̌̈̂͗͠o̴̠̫̻̙̖͑̉̆́̓̒̋͋͆̏̚͘͝͝ǫ̸̰̻̾͛̿́͐̽l̸̮̦̥̺̦̩̙̯̃̍͌́͜ͅ.̸̢̡̛͚̠͙̲͓͖͙̟̤̞͇̼̹́͐̍̈́̎́͋͝͝ ̷̞͍̪̼̹̇̍̂̉̐̿̒̍̓̌̍̐͆̉̎͂̒
̷̨̼̦̯̥̺̠̠̮̹̃̓̊̃̊̏̅͌̋̏̅̌̏̔́̕Ą̴̥̳̼͈͓̻̮̦̞̝̠͎̋̅͜͝ ̴̡͚̖̗̙͔̂̉̔̆m̷̧̢̡͎̤̻̓̅͂͒̉̽̿̈̏̕͝a̵̡̡̲̪̮̻̱̮̦͎̥͇͇͈̅ņ̵̦̜͇̗̞̝̹̙͆͑͑͊́̽̈́̔͗͘̕ ̴̨̗͉̞̮̩̓̿̔ẇ̵̧̧̨͇̳̪̦̞͙̗͍̲͚̝̘̲͗́̕a̵̢̢͙̟̦̩̲̳͎̱̲̯̭̝͊̒̅͆̈́͂̄̽͋͒̃͛̚͜ş̵̧̧͈͖͕̗̰̪̹̞͐͂̓͆͌̌̔̽̍̈́̓̌̀̚̕͝͝ ̴̢̠̼̯̪̲̺͆͒̇̽̌̀̋̍̇̃̅̈́͝͠ͅp̵̖̰̞̞̥̘͙͚̹͔͈͉̝̙̺̞͛̌̐̉̎͆̈́͑̈́̓̎̅̂͆̓̚͝ͅr̸̡̡̛͖̭̺͉̫̤̪̗̿͋̈́͗̌̈́̉̍͊̚̕͜͝a̵̢̡̧̨̛̳̜͎̫̣̠̼͔̣͚̯̝̒̿͑͗̾̍͐̽̆̊̒̊̎͊̓͝ŷ̷̛̯̯̟̱́̾͆̂̎͋̀̕͝͠ͅi̷̢͕̩̜̮͎͕̔̈́͋̓̐̍̔͗͘ͅn̵̨͙̻̱̼̱̥͔͉̆̎̏͆̆͋͠g̴̪̠͖̣͇̜͕͎̘͌͗̇̊̏͆ ̴̧̢̧̟̖̱̝͍̲̻̼̠̼͔͇͊̈̈́͒͋̏͋͜t̸̡̢̠̖̤̫̮̱͉͔̖̖͎͚͆͌̀͗́͒͒̋͌̑̄͌͑̕͝͝ͅͅȟ̷̝̻̯̒̄͛̔́̊̌̈́̌͠ȇ̵̢̧͕̩̖̝̬̪̰̩̜̲̤̇̈́̓̒r̷̛͈͉͉̭̱̙͚̤̻͇͆͆̄̈̅̽͌͊̽̚͜ẽ̸̢͉̣̠̝̘̗̬͙̦̝̺̥̙̓̏̅͛.̷̪̺̰̟̻̼̜̌ ̷̢͉͖͈̹͈̱̹͙͎̬̝̿̓̐̌̇̃͛̄͆̉̚͘͝͝“̸̢̝̲̥̮̦̞͎̩̞̪̜̣͗͘D̸̲̠͓͍̻̲̦͙̼̖̼̪͖̱͆͒̈́̉̔̀̾͆͆͗̐̄i̸͕͐̍̓͑̓̔͗̋v̵͓̓i̷̡̡̛̪͎̳͉̤̜̦̻͓̠̞͍̜̳͆̃̐̂̒̚ͅǹ̸̨̦̜̫̜̗̻̘́̎̑̏̈̐̄͆̆̑̇͛̀̐̔e̷̡̨͚̯͔̻̫̮̹̫̯̖̠̞̙̥̼͆̃̊͘ ̷̮̭̣̗͈̲̱̅̎̈́̑͊̂̋͐̌̀̐͋͑̽̍͌͠Ȁ̸̡̡̨̨͖̪̲̙̯r̶̡̡͖͈̲͓̯͓̼͍̺͎͔̍́̈͒̄̂̂̇ṯ̵͙͑é̷̟̜̠̝̰̝̳̻͑͂͗̃̃̃̚͜ḿ̶͙̭̲̺͐́̀͛̚ͅĩ̷̖̲̱͊̃s̸͎̳̞̠̈̋̓̉̃͗̄̌̎̋̕͠,̷̨̧̹̬̥͎̺̩̝̪̦̩͛̎̀̈́̓͊̂͑̉̀”̷̧͓͙̲̦̖̼͓̗͂͛̅͠ ̷͚̺̥̑̽̈́̋̈̇͝ḧ̶̰̻̬͓́͋͐̊̍̃͑͛ͅe̸̮̪͉͓̲̮̦͙̭̘̽͊̔̃̿ͅ ̴̱̍̃̌̌͊̀̐̌̌̚͘͝͠͠ḿ̷̢̢͓̦͎͖̟͎͔͚͇̫̙̤͉̆̿͌͛̅̃̎͂͠͝ǘ̶̳̪̥̦̰̹͍̩̻̙̫̹͙̃̆̏̏̍t̴̫͙͇̗͈̩̮̯̱̻͑ṱ̷̲̌̊͋̐̀̔͘͝͝e̷͔̱̬͍̠̝̤̓͛͆̿͜͠ŕ̸͕̺̫͙̙͈̘͔̜͙͎̬̠̘̼̝̈́̑̾͌͊͒́̒͝͝ê̶̗̯̝̱̹̻͉̱̞̻̙̻̝̿̍͒̑͗͂̕͝ͅd̵̢̧̡̘̬̲̗̲̥͓͕̭̳̝̩̩̤͋̐̑̐̋̊̅̇͝,̵̛͎͕̩̼̤̙͈̳͎͍̹̝͖̗͉͖͒̐ͅ ̵̩̑͋̿̓̉͌́͑̀̀̇̎̊͘͝͝“̶̢̧̧̪̥͙͍͍͉̩̩̆̽̋͐̂͛̆̌͛̚͝͝I̷̡͚̹̣͈̦͖̣̓ͅ ̸̧̛͖̩̮͔̳̻̂̓̿̒̀̆͒̐̑̀̈́ͅẁ̸̨̧͍̫̼̘̬̹̖̬̫̦̣͖͙̽͊̈̓́̾͛̈́́̉a̵̢̫̱̤̘̹̞̟̫̬̱̙͋̂̅̑̈́̔̊̀̅̂͌̌̾̑̚̕͜n̸̨͕̲͚͉̖͇̮̄̔͌̇̒̉͠ͅt̴͎̗̭̼̃̅̑̅̈́̇͛̈́͋̄̆̉̇̌͠ ̴̢̻͇̪̼̯̹͇͚̩̜͚̫͔̬̮̄̃̀̋͐͌͒̈̓̕…̷̖̦̪͐̐̊̈́͌̒͑̌̑̂̄̆̚͝͝ ̴̨̩͙̣̬̘̝́̏̐̌̊̄̊̃̏̋̂̕ṭ̵̫͖͎͕̹̪͎̻̾̓̀͑̅̇̾̆͘͘̚͘͝͝o̴̞̮̞̾͑͛͒̑̽͒̍̽͐́́̐̕͜͠͝ ̴̠́́̀̾̃̋̓͗̾̚̕͝ͅḇ̵̟̻͋̾͗͛̿͐̚͝e̶̟͖͓̖̬̳̥̞̺̱̱̤̝̗̝̦͛͌̽͆̏̊͗̃̍̏͝ ̶̢̛̬͍͙͈̟̌̄̎̃̇̃̒̌̑̆̉͗…̴̛̳̼̮̳̰̱̙̤͉̳̯̫̓͗̈́̎͌̕ ̷͓̣͓̦̰̋̇̅̓̌̐̍̅̔̈ã̸̢͉͔͉̤̩̟͔̳͔̀̂̊̑̌̒̔̆͠͝ ̷̨̣̝̪͕͔̬̻̣̪̬͚͍̯̲̂͋͆m̶̨̛̜͚̩̺̝͙͎͉͛͐́͆͌̿̈́̀͘a̶̡̢̙̝̹͓̥̪̬̳̔͂̆̔̈́̃͘͜s̵̨̗̺̦̗̰̦͇̱̟͉̹̰͔͔̄̔̒̽̍͜͠t̵̨̡̘̤͈̯̫̠̣̙̭̰̲͖̉̆̃́͊͋̎́̒̐̈́̚͝͠ȩ̷̛̖͐̀͝ͅr̶̛̳̜̤͙̝̪̬̞̊͐̓̐́̉̈́̔̕͝ ̷̡͍̘̠̬̠̜̜̻́̏̐̿̐̃̈̓̾͆̋́͊̇̈t̴͓̥̪̪̰͕̘̗̹̣̓͂̑̌̇͊̈̓͋͆̀͊̐h̶̘̎̋̕í̵̭̮̩͉̊̈́̎͂̓̓́́͜e̵̢̛̳̱̰͇͎͚̞͉͌̏̐̏̄̒̕͘͠͝f̸̢̣͔̯̳͙̤̮͎̫̊̋!̶̡̛̪̑̓̄̒̊̄͊͗̂̅̉̽̿͝͝͝”̴̢̧͈͔͙̗͎̖̩̲̩̀́ ̶̲͔̩̤̦̼̈́͛̏̈́̐̓̐̌͌̉̋͘͠Ț̷̫͇͇̰͍̣̲̳̥̭͙̩̖͇̰̮͋̈́͋́̆h̶̨̧̡̪̤͎͎͔͎̻̭̘̦͈͌̓̎̌̍̈̑́̃̄̍̇̿͘͠ͅę̶̭̯̭͚̲̈͒́̋̐̐̾͋̋͘̕͠ ̴̛̮̖͉̩̮͚͈͙̲̺͗̀͛̅̏̉̾̈́̈́̀̍̕͘͜͜͝m̶̭̣̽͂͊́́ä̴͓́ṋ̸̢̮̘̪͔͂͗̽̐̊͌̓͘͝ ̵̡̛̜͚͎̜̯̻͓͍͔̱̣͍̜̩̤̤́̀͊̉̄̃̈́́͐̄̈̚l̷͚͚̗͉̗̫̱͕̲̲̭͐ö̷̢̠̫̪̳̝̘̝̞͕͎̲͓́̐̽͆́̓͑͠õ̶̭̯̙̎͑͒̂͆͂̿k̸̻̭̠̬̱̫̥͓͇̠͔̰͓̪̃͋̓ě̷̢̘̰̥̗̯̥̪̝̪̣̰̃̈̋̄̽͑͂͆͜͝d̵̡̞͇̭͈̯̰͖͕͌͒̏͌̀̀̈́̌̕ ̶̰̔̀̍̔͋̀͠͝a̴̧̫͇̤̩̠̥̩̱̱͍̹͓̦͊̈́̃̿̎̀̽́͆̑̈́̕͝͝ŗ̵̢̨̛̺͚̥̘̭̩̻͙̣̗͖̰̠͛̆̾͒̓̂̊̐͌͋́ͅŏ̷̧̭̯͓̲̝̹̝͍̪͚̱̳̼̀̏̂͐̀̏̍͐̽͑̈́̀ͅǘ̸̮̜͍̜̟͙͋̾n̸̡̩̗͉̬̩͔̥̤̼̠̤̎͌͌͗̎ͅͅͅd̸̡̢̬͇̰̫͙͚͆̎̃͐̓̎͐̔͐͂̕̕͘͠͝ ̶̡̙̳̱̮̭͕̤̞͖͎͓̬̮͌̔̀̅ͅi̶̡̼̺̪͎̫͝͝ṋ̵͇͕̗͔̺͉̦̦̙͒͒̋̏͊̓̔͌̃͑́̎̓̚̕͝ͅ ̴̢͙̙̖̱̬͍̞̜͔̘̩̱̥͔̺̟̀́̔̍̄͑̈̍s̷̢̱͇̘͚̰̖̦̫̙͎͊͊̊͋̈̈̌͒͘͜͠û̸̫̤̱̪̻̗͋̈̅̈́̈́̃͋̓́̆̓́̑̃͘͝ŗ̴̠̦͇̘̜͈̳̗̱̰̦̟͔̝̼͆͊̒̾̂̂̉̒͊̕͘̕ͅp̸̧̡̹̻͈̺̜͈̳̙͎͖̪̘̖̆̌͌͊͒͌̇̄r̵̢̨̫̞̹͙̦͇̹͔͓̫̥̞̱̝̽̓̋̄͑͂͊̃͜͝i̷̛̹͇̻̥͙͍͙̔s̵̰͔͈͕̗̾̽̋̀͗͌̆̑̊͂̏͌̅̚͝e̵̢̧̡̛͖͕̣̬͐ ̵̲̰̟̔̄̒͌̀͂̓͒́͌̐̓͑͛͘̚a̷̛͉͎͚̟̣̠͆̀̔̐̓͛̔̈́͘s̵̥̰͉̳͔̭̣̘͗̆̄͐́̎͆̂̐̇͑̐̀̋̒̒͝ ̶̹̲̻͈̝̳͓̆̒̍͊̓̂̃̓̓͘͝ȧ̴̮͚̦̲̂̄̈́͒̃͑̂͂̓̈͘͠ͅ ̴̰̓̌̊̐̂̀̄̐͘m̷̟͕̠̒̇̍͐̃̋͗̚ę̵͙͖̘̞̭̙̹͕̎̽͂̊̌l̴̥̣̪̯̯̩̙̋̿̀̔͋̀͘̕o̶̢̠̠̟̥̘͔͉̹̠̲̻͙̅́̎̏̄́̅̓́̾̓́̓̽̈́̚̕d̶͖͉̬͎̂̄̈͊i̶͚͖̮͎̩͈̊̇̂͂̓͌͝͠ͅc̵̲̝͚̭͚̗͍̘̲͈̥̄̀̒͝ͅ ̵̤̤͇͇̠͉̥̞͖͍̠͚̃̑̀̍͌̃̉͛̈́̓̍͑̌͘͠͝͝v̸̧̮̟̝͚̺̘̣̔͗̎̑̔̃͛͜ͅö̶̧̮̙͉̻͚̖͎͈̱͇͕̮̦́̍̋̄́̊̉̉̀̍͐̄̆̆̎̀͜͜͝ͅḭ̵̳̰̖͔̙͈̪͓̺̟̗̊̌̐̏̑̂͂̇̈́̔̊̔͊̽̚̕͜c̶̡̤̬̱̲̦̤̠̯̱̟̙̘͔͓͗̈́̅̿́̆̓̍̾ȩ̸̗͓̭̝̮̝̯̙̈̃͑̋̔̎̃̓̏͒͆̕ ̵̮͓͕̔̈́̂̒̋͋̈̍͒́̾͒̈́̂͘͠͠ë̷̛̛͈̘͍̙̰̪̣̱͈̮́̑͋̅̀̍̏͑̾̔̓̇̚c̵̞͍̼̎́̓h̵̢̼̩͙̭̺̣͓̭̰̘̩̿̂̈́́̉̍́͘͝ͅͅo̷̡͍̅̃̒̊͌̉͛ȩ̴͔̙̝̼̟̳̦͈̭̦̪̘̊͂̇ḓ̶̛̫̳͈̟̼͓̃̊̔.̶͕̟̳̹̰͎̰̃̏͐̉̅̏<br≯̹̊“̶̢͖͖̰͕̣̲̟͓̙̳̺̩̀̃͂͛̊͐̌̈́͛͋̇́̚̕͝͝Ÿ̶̛͉͉́̓͊̉̓̆õ̴̜͓̤̥̘̠̗̦͔̟̤̬̲̥̊̉̅̓̀͝ͅừ̴͇̲̹̹̜͓̍͆̍͆͆͌͐̓̑́̈́͜’̶̡̢̦̝͙̩̫̣͛͜r̷͙͔̜͇̞̤̬͈̼̻͓͉͚̆̀̀͗̉̋̎é̶̠̣̞̈́͌̐̔̒̓́̄ ̴̜͝n̵̢̧̨̧̞͕͇̻͙̝̺̝͎͚̝̭̱͂͘o̶̡̨̧͈̲̲͉̺̞̳̱̙͉̗͓̬̿̓͋͗̍̿͆͑̾̓͋̓̅̆͘͝t̷͉̓̆̃̑̀͝ ̵̯͓͍̜͇͗̅͋̍̽a̶̳͗́̐͒̅̄̌̂̍͊̀̕͠͠s̷̲͉̫̟̘̘̮̎̇͂͊̀̍̊ķ̶̢̤̯͈̫̟̘͎͐̏͆̈̈̽̎͑͋̚͘͜͜͝i̶̧͈̬͕̬͓̦̪̟̤̹͉̹̲̊̅́̿͒n̷̦̭̻̟͔̗̖͎͖̪̂̿̐̑͋̑̋̌̐̉̃͊̑̅̍̓̈́ģ̶̛͉̙̮̩̹̤͓̼̳̯͕̜͎͒̊̈́̑̈́̈́̔̽̽̄̾͊͘ ̴̢̧̛̛̛̻̩̥̯̲̪͚̯͍̜̭̳̼͛̇̒̓̓͒̌͘͜f̶̙̥̳͖̼̗͛̈́͂̆̄͆̂̒̕̚ͅŏ̶̹͕̪ŕ̶̡̨̦̺̬̤̻̪̻̻̯̦̥̌̇͜͝ ̷̬͈̜̤͕̥̂̂̀͆̈̾ṗ̸̢̭̭̩̮̣̺̖̣̬͉͐̾ͅȍ̵͚͐͘ẁ̵̨̹̞̜̤̞͍̼̰͔̣͎̳̯͍̝̗͒͊̽͊̈́̓̊̽͛̓̄̑̾͒̽e̸̡̢̢̧̫͕̠̬̺̻̺̍͛̈̈́̀́̚͠͠͝r̸̤̪͖͙͔͖̹̙͕͔̲̭͍͕̀̔̀͛̿ ̸̛̩̭̣̱̉̉͑̚͝a̴̢̡̧̹̜̩͉̩̺͚͉͚̓̌̅̋̀̒̾̇̃͜ņ̷̹͈̩̻͙͓͍̲̳͇̊̈́̐̉͛̉̅͌͐͑̎̄͋͛d̶͓̞̃̇̽̾̏͌̃̂̀̿̽̔͛ ̵̻̦͇̙͖̭͖̙̞̆̅͐͐̀ͅp̶̡̠̞̬̯̘̪͖͚͇̲͙̦̪̂͑̈́͐̎͗̈́̉̿͗̊̏̅͘ŗ̵̨̢͔͎̭̤͎͈̗̖̮͔̰͗̇̂̆̐̌̏͊̊͛̆̄͘͠í̵̢̪̬͓̻̞̞͆̓̎̀̍̕͘͜v̵̛̺̤͇͛̾̃̓̋̔̂͒̀͝į̷͓̮̗̥͉͇̦̫̒͝ļ̶̼̟͓̖̩̙͈̖̟̩̭͈̜̼̀͂̔̓̽͌̃̅͒̆͂͗̈́̕e̴̪͖̍̒͛ḡ̶̛̖̻̲́͛̾͋̈̍͑͒̇͝ͅe̸̢͚̟̩͓͕͚̯͖͎̤̬̓̽͌͂͜?̸̡̖̪̺̙̳̤̄̑̎̀͂͊̌̿̑̈́́̅̚͝”̵̝̼̗̥̾̇ ̷̮̤̱̟̙̮̠̹̱̗͋a̸̢̯̬͈͍̟̬̫͕̰̠̱̋͗̇̿̈̀͘ś̸̢̧̤̹̝̞̥͍̗͖̦̯̦̰̱̲k̶̨̧̨̛̞͉̺̰̣̦͈̩̹̖̈͂̍͑̎̐́͝e̵̡̮̔͐d̶̟͓̞̒̇̃͊͋̅͋̌̒͐͘͘͠͝ ̶̱̑̈́̈́͑̿̄͑̈͆͌͌̊̚t̴̫̟̘̆̋̃̌͂͒͛̒̎̌͗̐̐͘h̷̨̛̜̖͚̟̳̙̮̘̱͉͈̭̾̌̓̄̑̇̋̆̑̕͘͝e̴̬̟̟̫̤͌̎͐͋́̕̕ͅ ̷̡͚̩̦̳͇̳̣̭̥͐̒͌͠v̸̡̘͖́ͅǫ̶̢͓̟̓̌̃̈́̈́͋͜i̵̥̝̘̻̐͒͂̈́͋̒̈́̈̐̑̚̚̚͘͠c̶̡̫͍̤̜͎̣̼̬̙̞͉̠̎̆͠ę̸̰̬͔͛̓̎̕.̶̨͚̤̩̺̻͖̫͓́̾̉͗͆̈̉̅̋̃́̅̂͑̕ ̴̛̫̺̟͕͇͆͆̋̇̾̈́͗́̐͋̈̐̐̓͠<br≯̡̻̜̮̺̖͈̍͗̔̔͂͒̓́͐̈́̐̚̕̕T̷̡̨̛̮̺̪̺̖͎̙̱̬͇͇̭̫͚̪̏̍̿͐͑̓̃̅̈́̀̏͛̚̚ḣ̷͖͎̺̂̄͂̇̊́̽͆̇͆̀͌͗̕̚͝ę̵̥͖͌̌̋ ̷̧̡͔͉̳̩̻͈͑̾̍̆̃͛̎̎̀ģ̶̩͉̞̘͎̑̊͗̉̎̿̃̚͘ͅo̶̘͆͂͊͒̑̒̅͑̏̏̓͊͗̋͝d̷̛̛̩͖̜̺̝͔̭̆̊̌̀̈́̅̈́̕d̴̯̼͖̥͉͇͚̲̥̟̘̄ͅe̸͕͚̱͙̟̫͌̌̈́̈́͛͛͊̓̓͗̂͘͘s̶͕̣͔͍̻̞̰̱̪̱̀̌̽̌̀̋̇̌͝s̷̭̗͍̼̩̥͚̘͇̓̐̅̚ ̵̦̲̥̙͔̼̫̤͕̲̣̥̲͎͂̉͒͋h̶͔̟̍̏̃̇̍̏͌̀͑̔̚͝͠ė̸̢̛̲̯̻̭̥̺̬͖͍̹̖̥̩͈͑̓͠ȑ̵̢̛̦̰̺̙͕̹͍̘͔͎͎̀͑́̉̾̏̈̽̉͝͠͠s̴̛̙̜̘̺̞͚̻̩̙̣̩̠̺̱̈̍̆̅́͗́̕̕͘͜ę̵̛̮̰̭̑̌̄͑͒́͂̂̈́̋͊̄̓͝l̷̡̫͉̩̖͉̩̦̪̰̍͛̿̉͆́̕͝f̸̡̲͎̜̖͙̰̜͖̓͛̐͐͌̂͆̉̈́̆͒ ̸̙̘̹̬̜̥͔̞̄̈́̒̀̒̉͊̇͛͆w̴͚̤̹̜̟̮͈̦̙͓͖̝̗̞̹͌à̷̡̛̭̪̬̞͖̺̜̮̘̬͇̼̊̅̏̇̆̌̂͗̿̆͒̋͝͠͠s̵̗̺͇̲̜̍̇̈̓̎͋́̋̚͝ ̶̧̡̛̱͕͇̯͖̭̼̮͉̬͈͉̠̦̈͐̀̀̽͛̒̍͗̓̉̏͜͝ǐ̸̧̡͈̩̻͕̯̯̦̮͔̎́̑̕͜͝͠n̸̢̛͖̤͖͓̪̞̹͔̫͒́͌̃̅̈͋̀̈́́̑̑̓̚̕͝ͅţ̶̤̰̭̽̓͑̔̏̐ę̸̛̞͉͎̜̘͍̗̩̲͇͍͂̄̿̈́́̏̑͘͠r̴̛͚̠͓̰͎͋̄̊̃̃̄̍̉̕r̵͖̤̭͕̫̮̺̹̱̺̓̂͂̓̚ù̵̞͕̠̙̹̿͛̌̈̿͘p̶̨̼̙̗͉̤͈̺̹̼͇͕͔̭͗͊̌ͅͅt̷̨̧̲͇̻͇̬̜̭̙̲͉̗̫͎̥̊́̌̇̀̆͗͊̓̑̈́͠ͅḭ̷̡̥̻̪͇̱̞̣̼̂̓͆̿̉͠n̷̛̫͕̞͎̣͖̼͉̽͋̍̐̐̔̓̽͋̔̐͆̄̉͝g̷̡̢̨̡̣͓͎̳̣͉̩͕͕͖͇͈̫̔̐͒͛̅́͂̋̏̔̈́̾̋͑ ̴̨̳̠̝͉͗̈͋͗̋̃͒̚͠ͅh̷̳̤̼̞̙̽̋̑̈̀̋̆́̐̑̏͑̅̚͘ĩ̸̧͈͈̪͎͈̘̞͕̃͝m̸͇̤̘͈̠͖͕̺͎͍̂͑̆̓́̋̀͛͛̎̌̓͂̕͝͝.̴̧̪͕͉̙͇͇̻̫̥̥̙̦̥͔͎̓̊̇͛̇͑́̋͘<br≯͙̠̠͂̾̑̈́́͂̿̏͋ͅ“̵͔̮̙̞̫̭͊N̵̨̿̓͗ơ̵͙̯̼̯̤͚̣͕̦͍̌̆̌͌̇͂͊̽̍͒͂,̶̻̱̯͓͚͙̠̏͌̑͌̐̈́͛̃̽̈̆͊͌̈͝”̵̛̙͛̔͑̅̌͂̏̌͋̃̓͑̚͝ ̴͔̪̃̐̇̐ȑ̵̗̦̥͓͎̣̹͈͉͖̿̈́̎͜͜e̵̻̻̭͛̐̽̑͂͒̆͜p̷̮͉̹͇̭͊͋̓̎̃̂̒́̈̀͐̂͛̌͘̕ļ̴̝̮̞̰͈̥͖͈̰̺̻̣͆̌̀̐͋̅͊̄̔̽̀̽̽͠ͅį̵̫͈̻͍̻̥̈́̂̇̊̓̍͗̏͌͛͜ͅę̸̲͖̘̻̟̦͉͙͙͓͉͉̤͆̋́̈́̀̽̈́̽̾͗̉̋̌̑͗͜͠͝d̴̩̯̪͇̓͝ ̷̮͚̥̰̺̘̈́̑̃̒̊̈́͜͝t̷̹̥͉̣̀h̸̘̟̗͖͔͈͑̑̎̔̔́̓͒̒̉͑͂͐́̔̈́ê̵̢̛̛̖̪̬̖̥̱̼̻͉̹͎̼͗͗̀̑ ̴̨̡̡̦͔̬̳̓̿̾̈́̍̔ḿ̷͓͉̩̌̌̾ą̷̦̬̤͕̩̲͈͓͉̆̂́̈́̿̆̕̕͝ņ̷̡̧̻̹͖̫͖͓̭̭̺̺͔̤͓̻̾̃̽̅͠.̵̢̧̙̫̘̫͕͚̜̬̗͖̮̠̬͚͔͑̈ ̶̝͎̦̟̈́̊̈̊̑̓̽͐̄̌̍͠͝“̴̨̧̛͇͕̭̯̬̞͇͆̆͌̅͋̈͐̔̅̎̎̎͑̔̿I̶̢̠̲̲̗͎͇̟͕̻̘̪̹̼͛͛̄̍͂͑̃̚͝͠͝ ̵̛͙̪͇̎͊̈́͘ẃ̶̨͕͔̤̭̞̺̠͙̠̘̟̘̱͒̎̉ȧ̴̢̧̛̙̝͈͚̞̥̯̰̭͕͐̉̂̏̊̽̾̀͊̈́̒̄̚͝ͅņ̸͉͖̻̣̝̱͉̀͌̌̇͊̊̇̔͂̊͗́̋̓͊t̶̡̨̡̜̦͕̜̼̯̱̳̻̗̂͝͝ ̸̧͚̭̟̫͖̳̙̮̣͕͉̯̬̣̈́̐͛̊͗̕ͅr̸̡̡̢̬̥̟̯͎̳͈̯̹̳̩̦͌̽̽̃͒̒ͅę̷̬͖̰̲͇̟͓̞͕͙̔͛̑̐̔̐͠s̴̨̧̧̺̭̖̳̙̞͖̠̜̭͉̝̤͂͛̇̀̾͑̊͑̾̎͛̀u̶̥̲̣̱̞͂̈́̅̅͒̑͊̌̋̉͂̀̐́̾̓̕ḷ̴͙̙͎͓͉͖̫̟̩͉̗͈͙͍̝͊̓̈́͋̇̆͒̇̒̎̎̎̽͠t̷̡̡̢͕̮͇̘̺̲̯̮̪̳̦̃̈́́̍̅͆͝s̸͈̙̠̬̝̤̔͑̈͒͛͆͆̾͆͌̚͜͝͝.̴̨̛̫̰͓̲̠̹̦̼̻̥͌̂̃̍́̽͊̂̐͆̀̀̕͜”̸̛͈̞̱͇͓̳͇̯̟̱̭̓̂̌̽̓͑͒̌̅̄̍̚̚͠ ̶̨͋̀̎̇<br≯̜̟͖̮̬͙̗̻͈̻̯̗̲̯̳̄͊͗͐͑̕͜“̴̺̥̬̺͇̲͉̼̱̯̣̾̿̅̀̄͘͠I̶̥̎̈́̅̂̈́͐͗̏̾̎̅͊̔̽̽͝͝ ̶̢̢̢̟̰̟͓̳̲͔̖̳̞̉͋͜t̷͖͕̠͚̺̫̭̍͂̉͗̿͊̄͊͐̑͗͊̅̚h̸̤͍͇̠̭̞͇̣̐̒͐͐͛̄̏͛ĩ̶̧̼̗̤̟͓̀̐̎͜͝n̵̢̢̛̜͔̼̳͖̼͖̘̗͍̤̺̖̠̓͒͐̋̽̈͛́̐́̍̄̀̌̅k̵̡̯͛̓̒̏̅̑ ̵̧̢͍͕̪̱͚͔̝̳̤͉̰͖͈͗͛͛͒̇̊́̀̂̿̍̕ý̶͍̞͂̽̾̓͒̍͒͆̚͜͜͠ŏ̴̡͈͉̰͎͚͕͚̪̜̚͜u̸̧̢͚̬̻̬͕̯͓͖̯̬̐̈͊̑͒͗͗̕͘̕̚͜͝ ̸̜̔̐̀̏́͐̏̇ş̵̨̖͎̼͚͍̻̘̦͍̩̖̼͗̿̒̓̽̍̄̈̕ͅh̷̨̡̛̲̹̝̝̱͈̜͚̝̫̬̻̥͌̊̽̋͒͑̓̌̊̂̓͌͊̕͝ͅő̸̬̻̫̟̻̻͇̩̺̞̰̮̲͓̂͑͂̈̈́̀̐͆̑͝ͅṳ̷̰̏ľ̶̺̣̪͚̬̑͊͑̓̈́̂ḑ̵̬͇͇͖̟͔͎̤̹͎̞̪̦̊̈́ ̷̞͉͓̟̙̪̰̯̺̳͊̂͗͌̐͘͝a̴͚̩̼̙͚̼̘̲̣͖̺͙͌͆̔́͆̋̽͘ͅi̴͍̇̽̔́̎͋̽͗̇͂́̎̚͝m̴̨̛͚͎͚̞̬̫͈̤̦̼̟̲̳̫͈̆͐̏̓̈́̀̚͠ ̷̧̡̧͉̩͍̦̣̘̼͓͈̦͎̂̒͋̉̀̑̔̾̀͂̾͒̑̇̄͛̿ḩ̶͙̠͈̤̊̎͗̒ȉ̸̡̛͎̱̤͎̬͓̦͇̫̪̥̝͓͑̽̑̓̀͋͛͑̄͛̏̈̓͝͝g̷̤͖͙̞̬̟͙̠͚͉͑̓͐̋̍͑̽̅̓̑͆͘̕͘h̴͙͛̾̃̐̃̌̅̒͌̄̅̚̕͠ë̵̡͍͙͍̹̤̣̈́̑͊̿͂̚͘͠r̸̺̖͓̰̽̓̒̌͜ͅ.̷̛͎̘̗̾̍͊̈̐̑̎̿̈́́̚̚͜͠͝͝͝”̴̧̡̼̲͈̬̤̤̠̬̖̟͂͌͆͗͊͆́̎ ̵̡̹̭̰̹͔̲͇̣͚͛̉́̂T̷̡̛̪͔̘͉̱̪̩̦̘̳̊̕h̵̛̲͕͈̯̬̖͙̣̮͈̹͖̻̰̾̅ĕ̷̢̧̛̛͚̫͓̠͎͙͍̺͌̇͗́́̾͋̕̕͜y̸͉̰̩̔͂̋͂̈́̏̈́̚̚͘͝͝ͅ ̴̡̨̜̪̞̭̤̘̲̻̮͉̪͉͕̪͍͛͌̑̿̊̋̍̀́̕͝͠͝͝ẗ̸̗̝͕́̂̾̎̑̅͌̓̈͘͘͝ḁ̸̤̥̪̞̹̮̝̹͖͇̄͗̈̈́l̸̪̘̝̹͔̀́͛̏͛̓̆k̸̨̬̻͙̼̅́͆ȩ̸̧͔̜̯̲̝̞̪͉̪̄̈́͆̂̎̈̽͑̒̌̾̇̀̚͘͝d̸͔̟̪̮̜̊̄͌̌͐͛ ̴̫̋͛̆̐̾͘͠f̸̤̮͍̫̯̟̖͙̬͎͆̀͝ͅö̸̡́ŗ̶͓̝͎̼̮̖͖̂ ̵̧̬̤̣̺̱̘̳͙͓̞̼̻͎̫͖͊͂͊͋̍̌̾̓̂̔̅̓̓̈́͗â̷̡̳̏͑̏̐͑͝ ̶̧̢̛̫̖̤͚͚̟͇̹͙͙̩̟͓͛̄̏̑́͒̍͆̐̏͘͝w̴̡͚̹̠̪̮̮̻̲͓̜̰͒͗̈́̒̔͗̑̾̅̐̄̃͌͝͝ͅͅh̷̛̘͍̘̪̭̟͖͈̖͉̗̮̐̉̓͂̐̆̾̓͗̓͊̌̍̉̔͠ͅi̵̭̩̺̯͎͙̜̝̖̬͊̈͊ͅḻ̶̢̢̡̧͓̭͓̘̝͖̼̞͖̺̈́͐̔̿̈͜ë̴̡̧̖̻̞̩̫̥͎̱̘́̊̀̊͒̀͛̒́̒͜͠͝͝ ̵̡̨̼̯͙̣̭̙̥̈́̊̏̂͋̄̍͐̆̏́̔̚͝b̷̡͔̼̠̬̜̲͎͔̱͉͋̋͐͌̀͂͗́̍̀̉̾̎͜͝ù̴̩͓̦̳́͊̉̈͌̃̄̋̃͐̈̎̽͒̕͝t̴̢͍̲̦̀̋̏͊̃̾̃͒͆̌̌̽̏͌͂ ̸͕̫͔̫̺͍̤͓͈͍͊̃̒̊̆̈́̕͜͝s̶̨̧̳̺̼̮̪̝͚͔̜͗u̸̮̹̺͖͕͙͉̥̽͝ç̸̯̗̦͙͎̬̤̀̔̈̉̀̊̈́͜ḥ̵̢͗̔̄ ̷̨͉͚̭͉̪̻̣̗̩̪̭̏ą̴̧̨̡̟̠̝͍̤͔̗̫͊̐͊͋̈́̋̑͊͐̈̕͝͝͝m̸̡̧͓̬̖̞͆͑͗͗̂̔̀́̄͐̓̕͜͝͝b̵̨̭̯̦̦͇͕̖̟͐̓͂̉̓͑̆̽̎̑͊̄͆i̴̡̻̹̮͈̙͇̦͍̺̩͈̼̥̲͐̽̎̾̇͛͐̕͘͜͝͝ţ̸̥̜͚̬̤̗̩̀̽̾͗̀́̓͛̃̐̕͝͝͝i̶͙̮͚̟̭̟͐̿̅ò̸̘̿̅̓͒̈̈́̏͐̈́̋͆̆̔́̄͝n̶̡̢̬͍̤͇̯͓̠̰̳͐̈̿̃̀̽ ̴̭̯̲̦̝̝̺̟̗̱̉̈́̑̋̒w̵̨̨̡̛̰̦͍͔̤̠͚͔̜͓̣̑̂̂å̴̧̡̝̠̬̄͂̄ś̶̢̧̧̡͈̬̱͍̗̯̹̝̤͙̽̈́̊̈́̅́̂͒ͅ ̵̰̗̺̬͈̜̻̙́̎̽͋̄̈́b̷͓̼̬̝͚̿͛̅͘ẹ̷̈̊̀̾̀͐̈́̓͘y̷̡̢͎̟̣̖̜͔̭̪̖̰̠͕̟̋̋͋̔̅o̵̫̙̥̮̥͉̊̐̈ṉ̵̨̨͇͚̝̤̞̯̯͓̪̣̗̀̀͐̽̅͑̾̍̐̉͘̕d̷͍̱̝̬͔̼̼͛̎̓̃͆̍͊̽̇̈́̓͛̈͌̚͝ ̶̢̧̱͉͔̭͚̃̊̀̎͛̓̚͠ţ̸̗̗̰̭̖̤̳͉͓͉̝͖̫̳̞͌̋̆͂̍̍͂̋̃́̏̇̏͘͝ͅh̴̖̫̺̭̯̝̫̱͑̃̓̓͊̌̆̔̈́́͐̒̓ę̸̧̨̦͕̼̥̺̞͙̬̲͇̠͐̎͆̌̾̕ ̶̢̯̲̃̄̔̾m̶̢̿͑͌̃̊̎̄́̓͠ȁ̶̢̨̢̹̤͚̝̮̲̯̽̄͂͆̑͠͠n̶̝̏’̷̘̟̯̦̼̱͐̒s̵̙̳̥̯̈́̃͑̒̿͑̈́̌̾͌̒͜͝͝͠ ̵̧̛̗̳̟̪̞͓̣̟̫̆̎́͗̽̌̅̃͋̊̌͛̕͝ğ̸̡̨̘͖̹̜͚̪͕̰̼̖̆͊̊̔̽͝ŗ̶̳͕̮͉̬̳̲̝̬̆͂̑̇̈̐͌͗̈́͝a̴̧̧̧͈͚̟͉̼̟̲͓̬̙̝̾̾̍̃̔̓̔̃̎̃͌́̇͗̕͜͝s̸͔̓p̸̢̛̲̾̋̿̂͊̑́͌͊̒̎͗̽͌̈.̴̢̟̙̗̰͚͇̰̠̠͈͌̋̔͠ͅ ̸̛͖̦͕͔̥̙͉̙̼͇̗̩̥͋̈̌́͗̈́̌́͐̓̾̃̕̚͝H̷̡̧̦͓̙̝̰͔͉̻̗͍͂̆̉̍̒̏͊͆e̸̪͉̞͋̆̀͒́̿̍̉͝͠ ̷̡̧̨̱̠̩̜̩̱̩̯̜̰͕̱̮̍̎̿͑̎͑̓̚̚͜͝͝a̶͇̥͔͑̍̽̓̍̑͛̅̅̀̚͠͝ļ̶͔̦͈̭͔͓͖͚͙͍̲̬̀͂̊̉̉̂́̍̕͝͝͝s̷̢̡̺̲̰̜̮͚͉̫̃̆͊̓ͅơ̷̘̗̬͎̣̗͓͉͚͚̥̊̊̄̋͆̈͂͆͜ ̴͎̩͙͇͎͈̘̻̎̎͝d̶̢̜͖͈̿̓̈̄̾͌͒̚͜i̸̛̙͔͓̘d̸͍́̽̈́̔̓̿̄̾̈ ̴̖̰̳̝̻̱̥̟̺̙͍̩̂̏̉͘͝ṅ̶̢̨̛̞̲̭̠̩̠͕̜̺̝̙͔̝̃̍̎̄̇̀̌̓̚͝͠ǫ̴̛̻̲̻̺̫̳̬̮̗̪̬̩̪͎̀̈̎̉t̵̟̳̦̳̫̬̟͚̉̊̆͌̉̓̓̔͆͋̍ ̶̛̛̜͍̘͉͙̮̔̇̀͊͗̄̔͆̎̈́k̶̨̡̳̠̩͔͔͖̯̻̳̲̜͊͋͐ņ̷̛̛̮̦̌̓̿̀̈́̏̅̅́ͅo̸͙̙̜̱͈̟̖̜͚̲̫̦̦͖̞͑̾͆̑́̏̐͆̒͝ͅw̸͚̙͍̳͔̆͑͌̈́̽̒̏͌̑͊̇͘̕͜͝͝ ̴̛͙̮͎̬̹̰̺̙̪̦͈̲̺̬͍̈̀̾̅̈́̉͒̐͐̽̍̆̀͜͠͠t̴̞͔̗̠̝̲̤̣̹͗̀̐͂̀h̶̥̱͇͍̖̩̭̱̫̫̻̍͋̿́̋̑a̸̳̬̦̜̜̹̘̥̮̞͛̇̃͆̈́̋̔͑̿̿̕͠t̶̢̟͈̯̉͌̈́̓͂̐͝ ̶̨̱͚̣̰̣̔̏͆̒̽ḣ̶̢̧̙̮̲͇̘͇͎͖̊́̚̚͠e̵̡͔̖̯̤̳̊͑͆͆ ̵̭̂͊̈́̍̀͐̓w̷̡̡̢̧͙̟͍̭͔͓̲̩̭̙̞͋̅͂̕ͅa̴̛̜̫͇̬͐͛̾̈̋͐͗̊̽͛̕͝͝s̶̛͍̝̰̟̰͓̘̔̇̍̅̋̒̄͊͂̾̅͂͜ ̸͎̞̭͈͛̔̊̎́̔̒́̓̑̅̿̓̈́͌͜͜͠ͅp̸̢̨̡͓̹̗̯͉̮͎̟͉̱̳̟̪̂͊̽͋̀̆͑͆̑̌̂̓͘̚̚e̷̢̨̛̛̛̙̞̙̱̤̲̺̰̜̠̫̞͖͒̍̈́̽͒̿̽͜͠͠ṫ̶͇̾̍̾̊͠į̸̢̹͙̮̫͙̈̉̃̽͆͒̓͆̀͐̅̒̊̈̌͊̐t̴͕̩́̀͒̃ḯ̴͎̖̜̺̘͎̥̫̟̗̠̭͍̝̻̰͇ȏ̷̟͚̝̱͚̱͍͉̱͌̊͆̒ṋ̶̨̧͖̝͙̭͖͍̲̺̲̙̔́̀̉̎̌͌͝i̵͚͍͆͑͊͆̂̑̋̿n̴̛̩̄̉͒̀̈́̐͐͒ģ̷̞̬͓̙̥̼̼̩͖̭͓̯̦̹͖̆̔̒͊̓̀͗̈̑͐͛̆̎̔̄̚͝ͅ ̸̨̛̟͓̤̜̖̫̯̭̞͓̅̀̃͑͗́̎̈́̇̿̐̚͘̚͝͠ͅA̶͉͈͙͖͎̼̰͓̺̭̳͗̎̅͜͠r̶̙̼̄͑̋͑̃͝t̸̛͉͖͌́̃̈́̔̏̆̓̑̽͜ë̴̦́̈́̿̈̏̈͛̓̈̈̽͒̅m̷̹͎̮̅̉̾̆̉͋͛̀̾̈́̾̏͜͝͝͝ï̵̢̧̭̩͚̯̠͈͍͇̪̗̃͑̎̎̀̌̂̄̈́̚͘͝s̴̛͓͔̹̹̹̺̳̮̑͒̋̆̾͑̈́̒̓̾̑i̶̢̧̯̹̱̜̳͕̼͎̟̼͕̾͆̇͂̔͛̃͌̐ͅâ̴̦̗̬̄̓͂̈́̀͋͐͂͛͆̎͑̽͜͝͠͠ ̶̹̬͎̯̞̠̍̊̂̓̅̔̍͝i̸̡̛̯̞͉̙̘̥͎͍̻̺̗̼̩͖̹̊̃͒̊̽͂̉̑̌͋̔͊̉͝ͅn̶̡̦̦̦̗̥̥̹̦̖̹̺͓̻̖̾̋̔̓͒̈́̃́́̕̕̚͘͜͝ ̴̛̳̐͌̓̾͆̈́͌͗̈́͘͝͝͝͠h̷̠͙̝̦̰̏͊̌͊̉̇̀̌̿̇̽͋͜͝e̴̡̛̖̬̝̙̝̻̳͈͖̗͈̝̋̇͗͊̍͜ṟ̷̆̉̆̀̿͛͠ ̶̡̛͈̦̥̝̭̲̎̀͋̇̊̋̊ö̷̧̡̨̲̝̣͍̣͕̭͍͚́̀͊͛̿͛͊̍͋̌͑̊͂͘͘͜ẘ̷̨̨̨̛̤̩̗̞̦̞̯̫̜̖͎͋͋̏̈́̊͋̏͗͆̐̅̓͑͘̕͜ň̴͎̯̦̖͇̯͚͓̻̞̤͐̃̂̿̈͘͜͝ ̸̢̛͚̭̺̙͇͉̽̅̋̌̓͌̈́͗̏̑̔h̶̛̦̞̲̤̘̰̠̔̀̈́͛́̀͊͌͌̿͛͌̅͐͘͜o̵̯͉̯͕͛͐̿̆́̂͗̈́͝ḿ̷̘̰̲͕͇́̊̅̃͛͛͗̉ͅē̴͍̦̦͖̤̲̓̈́̚̚,̶̢̤̣̝̥͖̦̤̤̫̀͛̋̓͜ ̸̛̪̜́̌͑́̂̐̋̇̀̐͆̆͊̀̕͜͝ā̴͉̩̮̗̝̅̊̿̀̒̿̈́͋͋̄̀̕̚͠ͅn̶̡̳͚̻̝̖̤̖̘͉̯̠̜̤͙̎̿̓̅͋͊͌̓̐̄͘͠͝d̴̺̫͇̞̠̳̝͓̗͓̙̫͍͐̓͌̽́̆̓̄̏̇͒́̄̾̅̆ ̷̢̧͇͔͉̯̞̼̓̿͋̀̍̌̇̿́̃͂̌̆̕ţ̸͈̰̫̣̻̤͈̪̂͐͋̉͛̂͝͝h̴̡̬̭̘͚̖̖̥̰̯̰͍̭̖̰͖͊̓̽̔́̃̂͊̀̃͂̎́̇̀̚ͅa̴͙̘͎̯̖̜͚̥̤̙̤͉̩̰̿̔̍t̸̅̎͜ ̴̘͖̫͔̬̺͋̈́͆̏͆͗͋̓͗̾̽͗̿ş̵̨̼̣͔̩̊̈́͐́͆̈̓͆̈̆̀̈̄̕͘͝͝h̵̰̼̜͍̻͍̱̐̅e̸̢͈̻̝̼̞̻͈̘͍̺̤̞̒͗̉̀͗͊́́̃͌̉͝͠ ̶̫̗͋̊̓̓̕w̶̨̞̰̪͍̩̱͈͎͕̣͓̅̄͑̃̊̅̌̆̉͜͝a̴̱̼͑̔̏̓͗́̈́̐́͘͝ş̷̗͇̲̘̮̘̙͚͗́ ̴̱͓̐̽͌́̏̓̓̀͐͊̔͂̆̈́͜͝͝c̷̢̛̜̭̪̦̗̻̭͚̹̯̹̎̊̃̽̌̂̽͆̒̑͋̿̈́̚͜ó̶̞̰̼̮̳͎̀̒͂̀̈́͋̕͠͝ḿ̵̬̳̣̦̪̠̠̳̟̖͌͆̆̅͂͌̉̊͘̚p̸̢̩̘̠̞̹̫̳̠̥̘̣͈̠̔̑̉̊̓̽̿̅̈́̐́͌͘̕͠ͅě̶̹͛̀́̈́͛̀̇̏̚͘͝͠l̶̢̨͉̪̭͓̼͙͙͍̙̮͂͑ļ̸͎̖̝̥̗̩̣͒̏̾̆̄̒̋͑͊͒̎͝ȩ̸̛̫͓̣̩̘̙̱̘̙̈̀̌̀̊̒̍̇̚̚̚͜͠d̶̢̥̭̦̎͂͂͗̈́̾̀̿̑̀̾͑̓͌͠͠ ̵̙̳̓̇̓t̴̨͍̩͚̳͚̗͕̖̗͗̔̍ö̶̧̞̼̝͕̟̮̪͚́͊̈̈́̿͗̒̿̄̃͛̔̑̇͜͝ ̷̢̛̛̝̃̃͊͌̈́͝͝͠g̷̣͓̓͠ŕ̴̛͉̔̏̊̇͒̿̊̄̍̑͛̐͑̚á̶̟̺͖̠̼͎͖̦̙̟͖͆̍̄n̶̖̞͇̯̜͉̹̞̮͇̟͒́͑́͑͋̎̂̒̀͗̎̀̍͘͜͝t̸̨͇͖͎͔̗͙̾̉̔̓ͅ ̸̡̘͚̞͍̥̿̄̒͒̈́͗̎́̀̄͘͝h̶̛͔̪̲̞͝i̸̥̘̼̭̞̓̊͐s̶̠̹̪̞̱̘͈̬̺͚̩̻̀̉̃͜ ̸̟̹͑̆̆̂͑͐̊̿͗̏̿̐̈́͗̕͝r̵̢̛̭͔̻̬̺̝̠̠̜̍̂̂͆̈̽̆̋͐̏̇͗͒͘͝e̸̢̛̱̩̯̞̘̦̹̋͗̂̀͑̈̇̓̃̇͊̚͜͠q̸̧̙̣̖̙̭̻̭̮̎̑̂͑̓̈̑͜͝͠ȗ̴̲͔̣͕̱͖̦̙̜̗̪̳͎̺̥̀é̸̛͖̻͚̯͚͎̙̗̮͚̤̭̋̋͑̈́͐̄̔̿͗̚͘ͅs̶͓͊͛̿̄̅̒̆̚͘t̷̻̣̫̲͕̠̪̱̺̼͎̪̖͙̆͋̏̎̊͘.̵͚̠̻́̂̄̇́͐̏̄̃̾̑̚̕ ̴̢̹͎͓͎͉͙̪̖̤̱̰͕̣̜̙̄̐Ẅ̴̧̨͈̝͖̳̻̳̟͕ḩ̸͚̜̠̪͋̐̃̇̐̎̿̆̈́̍̆̔͋͝ī̷̱̯̱̯̰̭̼͖̥͇͉̫̅̂ļ̶̏̅ȩ̶̛̛̣̋͆͆̀͋́͑̑͂̏̋͝͠ ̷̧̠̩̰̟͕̫̻̳̳̻̜̝͙͇̈́͆͌̌͐̚͝b̶̢̛̗̓̉̽̈̓̓͆̃͆̈̔͛̀̽̕̕ȍ̴͈̈̀͆̈́̆̿͌̐͊̑́̊͒͛̚u̷̫̬͉̗̫͚͉͆̎͗͛̆͑̄̄̾ͅn̷̨̤͉̻̩̬͍̘̝͓̩̹̫̰̏͂͊͜ͅd̷̠͈̬̼̹͍̭̣̟͓̃̌̾͘ͅ ̶̧̨̝̟͈̦̥̜̤̰̮̻̮̜̬͆̆ţ̶̧͇̜̙̱͆̾͋͛̌̏ͅo̴̮̠̥̭̠͌͆̐̓̍̓̎͝͝ ̴͉̼̞̲͓̑̓h̷͎̱̤̗͉̙̗͎̎͌̋͛̚͜͜͠ư̵̘̬̤̟͙̝̤̦͉͈̠̫̳̏̑̏͒̆̍̍́͗͗̿̎͊͝m̷̛̼͙̣̠͔̬͙̦̂͐̈́̿̃̏̈́̂̏̀̔͒̓͝ͅa̸̛̝̤̭̞̮̩̣̘̦͋̒̈́̾̔̂͐̈̂̄̈́͒̓̎̑ň̸̲̳͖̄͐̆͘͜ ̵̭̯̹̼̺̲̺͉̟̲̼̗̠̗̽̽ͅf̴̢̭̙̖̼͉͕̺̼̃̓̽͛̊̒͊̀́͑͑͛͛̓̚͜o̷͚͉̼̦͙͔̰͓̓̈͌̆̾͆͋͛͊̏̋̚͝ͅr̶̢̢̯̤̫͖̪̥̯̦̣͓̜̹̼̽̑͐͋́͛͐̓͠m̵͇̝̖̙̘̪̦̳͖͍̼̠̑̓̓̊̋͂̿̎̒̈̀̌͋͠͝͝͝,̵̧̛̛͕̻̣̻̯̜̗̟͇̟̈̿̌͊̾̇̈̇͘ ̶̢̺̫͓͈̼͓̳̺̗̱̠̊͑̂̈́̚ͅt̷̼͖̝̮̥̝̼͈̠̪͖̻̠͈̫͍̑̚ͅh̶̡̢̢̹͇̻͔͉̪̼̭͕̜̎̃͋͒͒́̓ë̴̛͈͚̬͕̪̣͇̰͔͔͙̤͚̝͚̥́̈́̌̉̽͛̍̀͒̔̐͂̾͝͠ͅ ̶̧̜̭̹̩̝͉̦̻̝̤͓̞̟̉̉̓͒́̋͗͛̀́̇͑ĝ̴̛̼̖͕̩̬͔͙͊o̵̭̔̃͒͑̈͂͋͛̄͝͝d̸͖̬͚̰̬̟͉̘̬͒̿̾͐́̉̄̅̓́̀̊̉͑̅d̴͖̔́͛̓͘͠ͅę̷̳̫̞̝̫̟̠͖̀̌̍̔͌̈́͋̅̍̐̽̀̕̕s̴͚͕̱̤͂͂̔̾̄͆̈̈́̕͝s̵̢̠͇̘̰̔̋̆̿̋̀̃͋͆̈͠͝ ̴̯̜̮̞̫̣̫̗̻̱̖̟̼̘͂̉̈́̄̊̿̓ͅc̷̢̭̰̣̳̭̲͙̼̪̼̮̯̟͌̿̃̈̎̍̓͑̍̌͊̾̀͌̚͠͝ỡ̵̢̧̮͚̭͕͙͑̓́̍̏̽̔̊̈́̚̚͝ủ̶̢̬̙̫͍̯̭͉̖̈́̀̒̏͐͌̎͌̊̈͒̀͒̄l̵̗̫̙͎̆̏́̄͂̂̈́̀̋̑̽͘̕͝͠ͅd̶̬̮̩̝̩̪̥̹͙̱̯̦͑̈́̓̈́͆̔͛̉̓̎͘͜͜ ̵͉͓͍̝̟̼͇̻̬̫͇̺̖̹̫̄́͛̾͝o̵̢̤̪̭̥͎͖̲͈͎̝͈͐̓̍̀̌̉̈̄̄͒̾̾͠͝͝͠f̸͈̰̱̠̈̏̇̉̑͑̊̏̎̐͐̂͒͒͑͒͝f̴̙́̋̋̓̎̋͑̉̐̉̽͗̊͘̕e̴͙̤̩͙̝̿̑̋̊̽̎̃̄̇̐͌̏͘͠͝r̴̞͖̘̮̭̬̺̼̠̗̣͕̩̝͒̑̀̔́̄̇͒͗́̓̀̔̕͠ ̵̲̲̪̤̰̹͙̠͓̥̳̙̺̅a̵̩̹̲̰̙̽̑̅̅̂̾̈́̄͒͊̾̓͛̇͜͠ ̷̛͍͑̄͑̂̽́̃̓͗̀̈͠͝͝ͅș̸̛͔̝̾͋͂͌͑̃̆͒̚͝ĩ̷̡̛͚͍͓̦̤͎̲̬̲͎̲̝̾͑̆̌̈́͝ͅͅñ̷̨̛͔͔̗̪̘̖̬̟̞̤̩̊̀͌̌͛̓̋̑̌͋̓̀̊̐̚ͅģ̶̛̛̘͓͚͉̳̦̻̓̓̍̎̀̂̽̾̀͠͝͝l̶̢̼̜̫̘̪̫̙̙̹̬̩͕̱̟̤̖̈́͆͊̒̀̀̎́͊̚͠ẻ̷̡̧͓͖̗̞͉̺̦̼̦͎̖̀̀̌̈́̑̌̋̈́̊ ̸̨̙̦̱̲̭̮͎̿͐͐̽̊́͆̓͗̕̚͘͠͠ģ̷̻̪͓͍̭̲̗̣̥̺͓̱̙̺̃̈́͑̒͒̓̎́̋i̵̮̬̼͊̌͂̉̌̉̾̎̌͘͠f̸̠̻̥͈̈́̚͜t̷̡͓̳͕̩̮̺͖̫͈̤̰̖̦̭̝̂̒̀͌̂̅͛͝.̶̞̩̤̦̭͚̪̞̍̓̀͑̃͂̿̾̀̌̋̂̅̎͐͒̚ ̸̮͇͍͚̗̩̘͉̗̺͓̱̟̫͈́̄́͠S̵̫͕̘͙̗̩̜͑̋̾̓̋̔͂̕o̶͎̖̖̭̖̥̻͉̮̖̜͛̄̾̔̊̓̍́̏͑̐̚m̷̛̖͎͔̰̘̮͔̳͐͌̌̇͌̏͑́͌̈́͋̄͝é̶̱̬̺͗͆͂̃͐́̐̔̄̈̂͠͠͝͝o̶̦̲̥̠̙̓̿̓̀̽ņ̶̧̲̫̦̣̣̘͕̮̗̙̼͎̪̌͐̈͆̾̊͛̊̓̓͑͗̉͋̌͗̇ͅę̴̹̰͈̠̗͎̖̺̒̋̎̏̎͑̈͌͆̉͑ͅ ̵̟͓̝͎̹̗̮͓̫̞͉̓͆̔̈́̆͜ͅe̴̡͙̬̝̝̭̺͌̑́̿̓͊͌̏̏͋̀̽l̴̢̖͚̥̙͎̹̬̻̰͕͕̮͆̏̈́͑̒͌͋̌̎͑́̓̐̎͐̕̚s̶̡̮̠͉͓̳̝͙̳͓̬͕̬͍̫̘̣͒́̓̐̃̂̓̾͘̕͠͝e̸̡̛͙̯̪̰̗͇̻̥̝̳̗̖̓̋̒͐̂͑̉̈́͆̈͑̾̑̒̓̈͜ͅ ̶̨̢͖̩̣̣͖̪̳͚̣̰̭̮̤̭̌͛́̿̅͆̀̐́̕͝p̵̡̡̼̘͔̺̤̮̳̳̻̂̓͆̈́̓̀̇̔̍͂̃̅́͂̎̕͜õ̴̡̧̧̺̖̬̗͚̜̦̦̭̋̏̈́͐̑̇͗̇̾͋̓̏͘͜ͅs̴̙͓̈́̾͛́̇̌̿̕š̴̪̺͔̀͆̌̾͗͘e̵͚̹̘̞͍̪̓̇s̶̙̩̪̪̥͕̳̜̯͛̽ͅŝ̸̡̢̨̱̝̥̣̱̀͗̈́̾̀͗̓͒̈̌͝͝e̸͔̭̙͈͇̗͉͔̟̓̈́̃̉̉͊́͒̂͐̐͛̋͝d̶̲͕̘̲̲̫̼͕͐̉͛̚ͅͅ ̵͕̫̱̼̐̊̄̈́͜ͅṭ̷̢̻̭̭̦̬̭̱̭̆͆͋͐̋́̈́̆͋͆́͘ḩ̷̪̥̦̙̯̘̞̭̫͓͖̐̀͆̌̆̚͜͜͠͠ͅͅȅ̷̛̛̟̤̣̊̐̽̈́̀͆̿̄́̚͝ ̵̛̛̛̥̙̹̖̥͖̼͈̩̈́̋͆̈̈́̊̏̾̂́͒͘͝͠ͅg̸̡͖̤̻̰̞̰̖̠̐̄̄ĩ̷̧̡͈͓͔̞̟̟̹̺̩̣͚̲̮̼͌̄͛͌̓̋͊f̸̢̨̢̡̧̢̛̠̦̺͉̗͈̰́͛̄̂͐̕t̷̨̯͖͙͙̩̘͙̯̲͇͕̪͉̑̎̃͝ ̴̰̀ą̷̨̱̼͍͓͓͎͕͔͓͕̗͋̀̒͗̀̈́́̚̕̚̚͜t̸̢̛̥̱̫̫̱͕̤͙͎͇̒̊̔͐͋̿̾̇̎̐͒͆̄͂̚͜͜͜͝ ̸̧̧̱̠̺͇̞̱̰̯̭͇̩̗̲̀̈́̎̑͌̽̉͑̿̕͠͝͠͝ͅt̷̡̡̨̛̹̥͈̹̩̜̪̗͖̻͕͙̜́̄͋͋̓̀̈́̐͊̚͜͝͝h̵̠̜͖̣̜̯̻̼̳̫̖̪͋̀͝ė̴̥̌͗ ̸̢̜͍̱̗͍̦̳̣̞͚̒̏̔̅̀̈̔̋̌̕͘͝m̵̬̳̖̳̱̤̞̳̘̜͚̯͔̅̊̍̚͘ͅo̷͖͖̦͔͖̙̤͔̊̽̈́̉͑̑̉͋̈́͑̈́̏́̐̚m̸̤͍̫̮͕̍͝ͅę̷̈́̂̐̍̿̀̋̂̉͐͝n̷̺͌ţ̵̮̲̜̲̻̮̝͙͔͇̺̯͇͇̿,̷̛̞̠̲̹̓̄̇͛́̀̈́͌̏̏̃͑̿͋͝͠ͅ ̴̢̢̬̥͙̫̮̣̼̘̣͈͖̼͓̆̔̒͑̇͆͘͜ͅb̶̡̟͉͚͕̫̝̖̙̰͙̗̿ͅư̵̖̙̓͋̆̅̄̚͘͠͝t̸̛͔̯̮͕͇̦͍̞̯̲̬̊͌͂̅̓̔͌͛̏̌̄̚ͅ ̸̤͚͕͚̳̂̏̔͛̿̔̀̄́̅͘̕͝͝͠s̴̞̪͈̻͆̀́̚ḧ̵̢̝͖̣̞̪̮̟̣̗́̌̏͗̋́̒͋̽̕̚ẻ̶͈͕̱̮̻̓̏͊͜ ̸̙͎̓̃́̅̚c̸̨̼͖̬̮͇̟̞̅̊̓̄͊ô̸̬̮̪͈͈̗̖͙̩̞͕̣ų̷̛̥̼̼͎̦̲̼̘̟̠͖͍͗̽̍̓l̸̡̛̜̜̰̣̻̟̙̦̝͓̳̲̄̍̈́̈́̽̏̂̍̄̂̔̑̈́̉͠͝d̷̨̧̛͙̯̗̥̙̳̱̘̠͈̪̟̲͕̆͛͑̌̀͂̚̕̕̚̚͜͠ ̷̟̽͑͗̈́t̷̺̘̳̬͉̹̥͎͊̍̀͛͂͐̇͑̆̇̉̽̔͘̕͝ŗ̵̢̗͎̦̭̻͍͎͚̱̠̼̅͋͐̈́̚͝ȁ̵̡̹̩̺̻͕͓̹̤̽̐́̂͆n̷̛̟̳͚̠̪̱̬̘̙̖͙͐͋̆́̽̍͝ͅs̵̞͙̺͓͎̟̲̥̖͔͓̜̖̅̐̎̈̓̒͜͠͝f̵̨̡̙͎̝̮̫̍͂͘̚ę̸̛̘̫̞̣̮̹͎̾̃͒̒͂̉̓͆͋͗͜͝r̶̡̨̞̳̗̔̄̑̈́͛͂̽̑́͘͜ ̴̢͚̮̩̳̣̗̬̬͆͗̈́͊́̒͂̆̑̋̀͊̕͠i̷̡̡̘̥̰̠͚̲͎̘͈̠̰̔́̓̈́t̵̨̞͉̞̻̺̂͌̎̈́̒͐̑͝ ̷̢̡̛͎͙̱̼͕͕̪͚̻͋̀̎̆̏̿̑̔̆̕á̸̧̱̺̘͎͍̒̓s̵̪̙̤̫̞̮̝̥̑͋̂̏̂̈́́̾̒̓͗̚ ̴͈̻̹̩̰͖̱͑̓͌̊̕l̷͔̦̥̍̈́̐̓͗͒ͅớ̶̡̦̳͔̰̹̟̣͕̦̖̤̘̈́̊͆̍͊̍̚̚͜͜n̶̗͕͚̮͑̇̅̈́͒̓̑́̾̅͘g̶̮͕͙̥̗̗̻̳̋͗͒̇̽̏̓̓̌͐̊̌̆̏͘͠͝ ̴͔̖̍̿̏̄͝a̷̤̘̺͇̺̙̼̼̖͔̦̩̳͇̗̋́̍̈͘͜ͅs̷̡̡̛̜͓͔̖̟̞̳͕͓̗̭̰̯̈́̀͗̏͐̉̑́̕͝ ̵̢̠̹̖͉̲̫͓̗̘̠̠͚̲̺͖̍̌͌̌͂͗̉̈̍̏̏͋͆̍͗̚͝t̸̡̛͔̬̯̄̐̀́̐̕ḫ̶͎͉͓̫͖̘̽̅͂̅̓̊̊̄̇̊̌̽͘͝͝͝e̷̬̝̣͙̳͂̋͂̆ ̶̱̠̝̎ḿ̶̧͓̻̥̤̩̫̓̆͛̈́͊͌̇̅̇̈́̓͠͠ḁ̶̡̧̬͕͚̯͍̞̪̰̱̖͖̫́̏n̴̢͔̲͖̱͈͎̍̅͝ ̸̢̼͓̙͉̦͕̹̝͕̖̱̅̊͒͑̌͆͐̇͆̏́͜c̶͓̭̘̩͎͈͖͈̬̞͈̾̋o̴̡̡̧̯̲̰̫͇̻̞̦̽̊̃̃͗͗͌̀̄̾̂̋̓͛̕͝͝ư̴̢̨̤̺̦̺̘͔͈̥͇̫̗̹̈̆́͋̿̀̎̇̏̑́͜l̶̼̖̓̀́͗̄͘d̷̨̢̢̛͔̲͔̪̭̺̣́̐̀͊̓͌̌̈́̊̚̕ ̷̧̛̭̼͔̻̰̪̞́̂̈̅͝ͅm̶̘͖̗̺͈̯̗͉̜̟̼̬͈̯̝̯͑͌ͅä̶̢̱̜͔̟̜́̍́̐̅̽͝͠n̶̩̳̘͕̺̥͍̦͚̘̻̺̄͋̀̎͆͗̾͒̎͒ͅͅa̵̧̡͕̬̮̬͔͎͕͉̺̻͓̙͕̋g̶̖̱͉̰͎̤̼̮̼̜̦̘͊̈́͊͑̎̽̀̈́̅̋̒̈́͒̂̚͘e̴̢̗̯͍̯͐͋̓̂̊̏͊͗͗͒̃͗̍̎̚ ̸̲̭̮͉̠̜̖͚̦͉̥̙̙̲̦͗̀̒͂̈́͆͊́̀̀̉̏́̚t̵̺̫̥͐̎̅̐̔͆͘̕̕ö̴̲͈͕̜́͌̌͌̆̅̓͛̚͝͠͝͝ ̷̖̞͈̭͎̈̈́̊͐̎̾̔ͅg̷͈̜̰͇͓̣͙̝̱͍̺̭̖͎͍̔͂͂̏͂̓̀̇͛̈͑͒ę̴̨͉̙̯̙̯̘̫̪̙̩̯̳͙͔́̈́̈̍́̆̎̅͐̇̑̑t̸̢̧̛͖̬͇̤̰̩̬̘͉̑̈́́̌̊̑̇̐̈́̚ ̶̨̧̛̮̝̟̦͓͎̰̖̟̗̙̤͋͌̉̔̌̄̔̎̐̈́̂̌̀͋̂͜ͅŵ̸̡̭̮̦̠̭̼̜̞̿ì̵̳̭͔̝̺̦̖̋͋̋̑̔͑̀́̔t̸̹̗̺͚̓͗̀́́͒̊̒̂͝h̴̞͚͍͇̦͚̹̭̖̞̱̬̫̳̺͕͉̔̉̋̀į̸̻̞͍̰̥̜̭͇̜̼͉͈̺̻̍̃̚͝n̵̡̻̟̠̤͇̺͍͓̻̞̰̑̐̈̆̽͐̏͜ͅ ̵̛̛̥̺̩͒͗̃͑̀̂̈́̌͛̃͛͝a̸̢̨̯͕̫͚̘͇͎̞̙̙̺̐̿̄͂͗̎͛̄́͑̂̃͛̐͘͜͝r̷̡̢̬̭͙͖̲͉̳̳̮̼̼͈̋̒̂̅̃̅̑͆̎͌̏͝ͅm̵̧̰̲̰͉̭͓̬̮̞̲̠͔̥̝̌́͐̈́̊̇̿̿̀̓̃͜͝͝ͅ’̶̢̮̜̝̓̊̏̈́͌͆̊̎͝s̸̢͓̭̣̲͓̗̩̰͓̦͓̜̺̾̽̂͆͂̓̽͂ ̸͖͚͍̺̙̯̥͕͎͈̞͙̪̯̹̦͇̈́́̍̈̂͊̍̇͆̈́̆̀̈͘͘l̸̢̛͉̦̪͊̚ȇ̷̢͖̫͇̬͇̝͒́̒͛̒͜ṅ̸̺̂̒́̀̍̒́͒̚͘͠͝g̴̝̮̅̂̋̍͂̈̇͑͌̇͛̋̀͐̑͝ṫ̴̡̳̹̮͈͉͉͍͚͚͔̯̺͍͚́̌̅ͅh̷̢̛̛̞̲͉̯̮͉͇̜̬̳̯̫̎̎͗̑̑̏͛̑̈́͐̐͑̆̂͝ ̵̻̖̲̞͚̪̣̜̻̺͍̻̖͗̍̈́͗̓̕ͅŏ̶̜̟͓̱̆͋̾̈́̈̔͐̈́̒̐͒̏͑͠ḟ̴̡̜̱̩̣͖̪̠̺͒̽͋͆̋̈́̊̀͂͐̒́̄̿͐ ̸̮̟̬̖̙̼̹̓̽̊͆́ẗ̶̡̪̗͓́̆̇̀̃́̈́̎̍̋̎ͅh̴̢̢̦̟͉̔́̀͝ē̸̡̡̛̱͉̼͇̝̣̻͚̜͕̉͆͊̆͐̈́̒̆̍̄͒͑̉͘͝ ̵̡̝͓̹̩͎̺̲͇͙̝͔̫͚̅̽̏ͅc̶̫͕̯͚̥̝̲̦̘̖̐̂̆̄̈̉̋͆̉̄̅͝u̴͔̗͓͔̙̍̇̋̏͠r̴̨̨̻̪̖̤͈̻̰͇̫̘̺̃ͅr̸͓̻̺͕̫͓͈̟̱̲̳̼̣̯̻̜̠̍̾͋͂͋̔̀̒̊͌̐̕͘e̸̩̞͔̬̿̈̇͂̈́͘n̷̨̨̡̟͇̱͎̟̬̻͒̊̂̇̎̚͝ͅţ̸̹͕͕̝͎̯̩̠͉͋͒̈́̈́̔͌̔̋̈́͂͝ ̵̡̧̛̠͉̳͖͔͖͕̅́̾̎̅̄̓̄͌̈́̇̅̈́̓̈́̕͜ȍ̷̡̮̠͎͈͖̗̤̋̄͒̐̌̍̀̍̓̑͑̓́̀̋̚w̶̛̠̠̙͓͋̊n̸̢̗͉͔̥̱̯͛̔̊̒̈́̅͑̔̀̇̕ę̶̛͙͔̳͉͖̻͎̖͛̄̄̏ͅȑ̷͉̘̱̘̜̝̱̦͓̻͔̤̘̉́̌̕͜͠.̵̨̢̳͙̜̳̬̦̯̭̜̖̤̗̑̓͋̈́̈͌͒̓̍ͅ ̸͚̘̬͈̩̠̝͙͓̝̤̰̞͖̖͔̌̽ͅ<br≯̛̛̛͕͕̦͓̥̮̈͐̔͌̽̓͆̅̊̾̇͠͠“̷̨̡̰͉͇͚̩̙͇̮̎̓̔́̓͗͆͒̔̽̆̀̒͘C̵̫̑͗́̈̄̓͝͝ǫ̷̼͇̭̦̝̠̳͚̀̍͐͋̈́̈̅̓͋̆̇͛̀́͝͝n̶̨̹̮̳̯͙͈̓̒͐̅͛̈́̀̓́̓̕͝͝d̷̨̢̩͇͎̥̀̽͆̿̂̀̒i̴̧̛̥̅̃̈́͑̕͜͝t̶̡̢̗̦̹̭͖̦͎̯̮̠̳̠̠̒̅̿͐͊͊̒͌̚͘̚͝ì̶͚̹̺̗͝ȍ̸̧͉̯̲̬̜̻͍̼͚͈̹͛̉̿̇̒̌͜͝͝n̶̤̥̗̬̟̥̂͑͛̈́̈́̂́̓̀̊͂́̃̊̓̏̅ş̶̼̱̳͖̯̝̮͇̱̝̣̤̾́͋͛͋̄͐͑̓̏̎͛͗̈́̚ ̶̨̟̣̤̖̭̣͇͖̤͕̍̽͆͑̀̒͗̊̚͜ả̸̺͉͉̔r̷̢̧̥̼̩̗̯̆̋̋̆̉̐̓̐̈́̔͐̕͝͝͝e̷̢̛͍̩̪̥̞͉͈͊͋̌̿̽͆̒̓̉̓ ̸̪̐͜a̷̡̨̨̭̖̪͚̲͉̻͂̊̕t̵̛̰̘̳̮͖̃̅̉ͅt̴̟̙͖̠̜̯̤̣̪̘̜̝̟̥́̓̆͗͌̋̽̊̈̽͠͝͝a̵̮͑͌̑̽̓̍̐͒̈́̆̐̔̋̆͂̀̚č̷̜̰̓̊̔̐̽̎ḧ̶̲͇̰̱̭̺͖̠̪̜́̇̄͠e̴̢̜͇̮͈̗͍͌́͐̈̍͛̏͒͐̒̋̃̀̈́͛d̵̥̟̺̯͕̱̮̭̫͓̝́͂͋̋́̎͂̉͘͜,̵̛͈̖͚̯̋̾̐͒ͅ”̷͇̥͓̪̦̌͑̿̈̚̕ͅ ̸̨̢̡͔͔̬̭̘̣̙̹̝̮̞̫͉̄͊ͅs̷̘̺̈́̈́͘͜h̶̩̳̖̦͓̭͔͔̗̰̓͂̈́̎̀̄̌͑e̴͓̬̞̝͇͙̰̤̜̭͈̘̗͙͉̣̓̏̈̚̕ ̴̈̀̈́͜ë̶̛̜͓͔̫͍́͊́͋̑͑̓̈́̀̈́̎̾̊̿͘x̸̧̠͓̘̟͍͉̭̬̣̺͙͎̠̭̑̓̆̆p̶͎̄̒̾͑͌͑̓̐͊͐̓͛l̷̢̢̛̜̻͖̞̥̜̇̑͌̽̉̿̾͐͊̒̉̂͗̕̚̚å̵̢̧̛͔̤̮͎͕̲̭̩̹̖͌͒̕͘͘͜͜͜͜i̸̧̢͈͍͖̜̟͓͚̺̹̫̰̰̼̓͂n̴͍͔̮̝͎̰͂̍̈̌̈́̎͊͆̕͠͝e̸̗̎d̸͙̫̱̭͖̝̒.̷̨̲̭̲̱̝̺͙̱̞̤̯̗̗̈́̍͑̀̋̈́͑͊͂͠͠ͅ ̷̛͙͇͌͆̾̈́̕̕T̶̡̨̥̯̜̬̪͕̜̫̖̮̤̄̒̂̎̄͆͒̂̽̓̒̚͘̚͜͜͝h̷̟͖̯̭̘̯̜̰̰͓͖̻̅̆̍͌͜͜͠ę̵̧̢̡͙̝̩̩̭̰̫̦̜͈̳̥͇̈́͛s̵̨̢̨̢̫̖͉̟͚̳̬̝͕̳̦͉̝̿̊e̸̹̯̝̳̘͎͓̖̙̯̰̥̪͇͎̥͊̊͋̊͌̂̄̈̽̍̐̄̐̎͜͝͠͝ ̴̛̬͚̪̪̖͙̟̝̪̈́͌́̑͋̀̏͛̋͐̌̐͊͜͝w̸̺̔̆͝e̴̬̳͍̘͔̻̞̼͔͗͌̂͗̆͒̽͌̏̄͝ͅr̴̭̜̩̼̐͗e̸̝̯͉̪͙̩͙̞̙͈̠̖̔͜ ̴̧̬̹̝̱̬̰̤͚͚̙̰̞̄̿̄i̸̫͍̩̟̮̓͑͂͂̅͌̓̅͒̎̕ș̷̝͚̯̳̊ͅö̸̡̨̼͇̼͇̦̺̟̺̘͍̱̜̫̈́̎͘̚l̴̨̛̞̜̞̰̹̱͋̈́͗͆͊͊̒́̃̉ą̶̨̛͍̯̥͉̝̙̞͋͋̌̊͒̀̎̓͂̄̀́̈́̀͠t̸̨̢̢̲̝͙̝͉̫͉̝̲͕͊́͘i̴̡̨̛̮̱̮̭̫̰̥̱̟̬̘͉͔͗͂͂̚o̴̢̟̠̯̫̻̝͍̯̘̭̗̟̪̰̐͠ͅņ̸̺̖͉͉̩̞̟̓̕͜,̸̡̹̫̬͚̙̖̖̼͆̋̓̾͜ ̶̧̡͓͚͓̯͍͚̰͍͙̠̩̮͖͓̈́͑̈́͌̑̅̑̐͐͑̀́͑̒̕͝ë̸̗̯͙͎̥̝̩̣́̔̄x̴̤̟̱̼͇̘͔͈̐̎̃̇̂́̔̃̾̌̐̚͝͝͝ţ̸͓͔͍̙̰̐̈͗ͅr̷̛̛͚̻̱̱̳̒͐̏̂̀͋̉̋̊͒̉̈͘͝͠e̶̝̳̣͉̬̥̯͙̗̰̒͆͐͒̇̉̌͆͂̎̔̋͋̈̚̚͘m̵̨̨̠͖͇̩͙̙̩͎̯̣͐̀̐̄̓̅e̴̡̫͖̖̖̬̩̩̥͂̎̾ ̵̬̤̭̺̈̂p̸̢̨̧̖̣͓̮̖͎̯̜͎̟͑͛͘ą̸̢̛̜͚̗̩̪͙̦̯͉̩̝͚̔̃͒͒̾̚ͅr̷̙͓̗̤̼̞̬͓͍̃͒̽͂̒̈̐̂́͐͒̄̚͝͠a̸̢̖͉̮͕̤̮̲̲̟̹̼͌̓͆̂̀̃̈́̃͛͗̐̒̈͠n̷̨̢̡̛̛̙̯̩͍̱̲͍̮̺̯̹͕̯͆͂͒̓̈́̐̓̍̈̏́̔̌ǫ̵͚͈͙̘̀̈̓̉̂̑̐̋͝͝i̵͎̖̤̮͖̪͍̘̗͈̬͕͖͈͗̐̇̄̿̔͊͊́̓͐̏͊̉̽̕͠a̴͔̺̰̠͔͔͙̹͉͙̍̿̓,̴͓̣̞̗̗͕̯̈́̀ ̸̧̟̘͔̪̤̜̲̘̎̊͑̽̑͠ͅa̶͙̟̻͛̀́͊̇̔̋̊̀͜͝ñ̵̨̧̮͙̠͙͙͓́̌̔̔̓̇̌̈͐̚̚̚͘͝͝d̶̡̧͔̟̙͙̘͕͈͌̏̽̿́͛̀̿̕͝ ̸̲̺͚̺͙̈́͑͛́̈́͊́̀̑͠ͅḑ̸͕̇̉̇͆̔̈͛͂̾̇͊̈́͠ë̶̢̨̜̫̝̯̤̲͈̲̭̱̗́͗͒͜a̵̛̘̥̓̐̄̽̓̍̉̃̈̀̾́̐̊͝͠t̷̡̡̰̖̖̗̩̜̥͕͕̗̖̻͋̈́͜ͅh̵̡̨͍̬̘̫̞͋̉̎͋͑̐͐̐̈̎̆̎͗.̷̙̰̼̞̺͙̽̆͐͜͠ ̵̬̹̟̪̤̀́͗T̸̨̗̮͇̖̼̱̹̳͎͖͋̆̓̅̿͜ͅḩ̷̙̺̘͙͍̬̖͓̃͌̊͠ͅe̶̛̞̭̣̰͍̳̽̾̂͌͗̐̊͊͝ ̶̡͓̠͈̺͇͓͗́̄̑͜g̶̜̍̔̌̈̀̀̐͘͠o̷̢͓̞̪̺̬̐d̵̢̝͍̱̒̊̐͌ͅd̶̢͎̫̮͕̖͚̟̗̂̓̒̔̾͐̽̏͒̇̕̚͜ͅè̴͐̎͜s̶̡̡͖͍̱̖̩͉͔͕͌̔͌̓̇̈́̓͘̕͜͠ş̵͚̙̦̩͇̙̝̞̥̰̮͓͔̮̰̪͒̕͠͝ ̴̧̧̧̥͙͔̞̪̼͍͍͙͋͌̊̂͛͘s̵̪̭̰̹̞̜̩̤̟̬̺͂̐̐̀̄̈́̒̅͗̄͛̕͝ͅa̴̢̡̘̠͇͎̫͙̱̦͎̭̰͚͛͐͊̊̀͂́̑͜į̶̘̗̥̲̬͙̱̈̐̋̀̄̈̾̏̏̆̅̕̚͠d̵̡͍̘̰̯̯͇̘̹͉̭̆̍́͑̌̓̿̃͆͑͐̋̚̕ ̴͈̱̬̙̞̾̊̆́̕͜a̸̧̗̟̮̼̖͔̼̮͔͓͆̈́̅̎̂̑̊͂̈́͂̈͑̀͘͘͜͜͠͠l̴͚͖̪̫̣̝̘͕̜͇̽̆́͒̈́̓̃̇̓̈́͝l̵̡̺̜̣̠͖͖͂̋͗̎̇̂͗̌̑ ̶̢̛̻͖̺͇̱̟̺̘̮̞͋̇̓̾̉̊̋́̾̂͛̆͆͐̈́͛o̸͕̟͖͈̬̤̠͗̌̓̉ͅf̵̡̨͍̺̻̩̜̱̲̼̻̣͍͎̤͓̓̓̈̈́̓̂͑̓͊ ̴̢̨̛̬̥̖͖̬̪̫̹̥̲̳̺̿̊͒̓̏̊͗͆̅̋̆͝ț̷̛̛͈̠̣̜͌̎̈́͌̆̆̑͋̅̉̎̽̋͠h̷̛̹̟̺̪̼̏̆͂̌͆̋̐̈́̋̈̐͝͝i̶̧̢̤̟̠̟̰͕͇̺̽́̂̓̓̎̒s̸̡̨͉̱͓͒̌͒̊̔̅͊̕̚ ̵̨̧̮̪͎͓͙̤̾t̶̛͓̩̊̾͆̊͂͊̓͊̎̌͂̌̃́͐͝ơ̵̡̦̦̲̞̳̫̦̦̣͓̹̼̯̩͔͊̐̍̓͗̈́̅͌̈́͋ ̸̡̙̜̠͍̪̭̫̙̬̭͇̲̻̙̓̈̌͑́̆̎̾̉̏͗̾͜͠͝ͅḋ̷̨̧̬̯̮̺͙͚̾̈́̍̈͝͝͝͠i̶̧̡͓̙̼̿͂̒̐͛͘͜͝s̸͇̘̒s̷̙̺̟͓̮̱̱͕̻͉̼̮̦̺͕̭͈̍̈̈͗̈́͗̑͂̄̎͗̕̕͘u̷͙͕̰͌ą̸̨̧̜̺̤̲͉͖͈̙̤̯̭̩͕͆͐̇̏̏͘d̴̢̧̩͉̞͓͖̙̫̜̼̠̟͕̏̊̈̄̊̐͆͋͐̉̓̿̂̂͘ę̷̨͈̹̬̹̘͈̖̝̮̹̼̳̞̈́̏̀̀̈̓̅̈́͝͝ ̴̛̺̯̲̖̠͆͂̈̒͌̅̀̅̚t̸̜̞͔̮͑̐̏h̸̢̧̛͓̳̳͇̣̝͍͖̩͓̤̩̎̈́́̅͒̀͐̐̀̏̄́͗̀͝͝e̶̗͉̙͉̙̫̞͉̜͇̜̬͊͆̆̊̋̅̀̕ ̸̟͈̟̬̯͎̮̩̦̰̰̞͈̲̙͋ͅm̷̡̬̪̹͕͖̟͕̺̞̙̘͕̠̥̓͌̿̌͋͐̚͜͜͝a̵͙͍̤͍͚̪͍̟̦̠̬̮͓̟͎̿̿͂̉̔̐͋̏̒͊͒͘͜ǹ̷̟͍̔͊̿͠,̴̢̢̛̪̱͈͖̤̬͕͔̪̮͖̰̬̌̂̏͂͗̓̓̐̋́͠ ̶̨͕̲̯̙̥̻͖͍̰͔͈̮̫́̏͗b̴̻̱̤̯͉̮̥͕͖̼̮͚̪͉͖̌̌̉̎̅u̶̧͉͓̘̲̎̎̀͘t̶̨̡̛̪̹̠̩͙͖̩͔̜͚̔̃̊̉͂͐͋̀̎̆́̚͜ ̴̢̡̯̻̺͎̺̺̫̜̞̼̺̟̈́̑̌͐́̓̐̎̆͆ḧ̴̙́̋ë̸̡͇̃͌̏̀̑̓̈́͋͑̑͂̕͠͠ ̴͚̳̣̝͖̗̘͋̈́̓̂̇̓̂́́̍̈́̕̕h̸̙͉̝͚͇͍͙͓̎̓̐̇͠ǎ̷̱̼̦̦͎̤͇̰̃̈́̓̾̃̈͑͝p̷̨̨̡̛̲͖͔̤̠̣͇͉̠̮̣͙̓͜ͅp̶̢̢̡̫̣͎͉͉̪̓̈́́̑͂̔̆͗̒̿̚̕̕ì̷̡̛̻̥͉̦̗̮̦͚̩̜̜͒͂͊́̑̉͗̋͌́ͅl̴̹͎͖̟̺̫̭̄̈͋̄̀͗̈́̀y̶̡̨͚̣̜̻̱͔̙̻̩̜͖̥̠̆̏̉̀̾͐̐̈́̈́́̒͒͌́̚̕̚͜ ̶̟̣̣̩͎̖̜͇͓̺͕̔̒̌͠a̶̹̙̬̫̥̱͎̎̑̈͑͌̅c̶̡͇͙̺̲̰̎̈́̄̌͌̕c̷͍̬̲͙̮͎̞̓̈́͐͜͠͝͠ę̶̜͎̦͉̝̹͈̬̱͇͙͊͊̽̌p̸̧̛̥͚̭̦̘̲͈̫̱̪̞̖̒́̓̒͐́̕͜͝͝ṭ̵̐̄͝e̴̢̛̤͉͖͎̿̾̇̌͘d̷̨͙̤̝̼̯̩͒̒̉͑͒͐͂̐͂̒̈́͜ ̵̡͔̗̠̈́̒̌͝t̸̺̘̱̱̠͓̯͊̐̃̋̆̍̈̇̿̅̓̚͝h̶̪̹͇͔̩̜̥͚̮̳͌͐́̀̑̆͂͆̿̽̓̃̈́̓̑̇͠é̶̲̘̮̮͙͈̯͙̔̽̽̏̇̀̈́͒̈̃̉͑͜͝͝ ̸̺͙̼̼͆̿̉ͅt̸̰̟̜̐͌͘ȩ̴̛͕̼̼̰̫̖̪̗̝͕̳͙̖̻̱̥͌̈́́̋̊̓̐̽̽́ŗ̴̛̛̼̖̺̦͚̻̫͋̏̔̔̌̑̍̓̽̅̔̊͆͘͠m̴̢̛̲̯͎̯͉̠̳̜̎͛̈́̋͑̎͒͒͆̓̄̇̈̈͜ş̶̡̟͚͔̤̗̩̹̬͇̮̜̑̅̓́͐̈́̈̿̂͂̎͝͠.̶̨̻̦̼͊̒́̿̾͂
̴̧̡̢̟̼̦̥̰̮͎̘̯̠̤̺̥͍͒͐̍͐͝

Artemisia woke from a nap to smell orange oil burning. The aroma floated in and poked at her nostrils through the gauze lining her hammock. She spun out of it and walked to the foyer of her home, expecting to greet a pupil from her archery school. Instead, she found a man praying there.

“Divine Artemis,” he muttered, “I want … to be … a master thief!” The man looked around in surprise as a melodic voice echoed.

“Why aren’t you praying for power and privilege?” asked the voice. The goddess herself was interrupting.

“Because,” replied the man. “I want the results.”

“I think you should aim higher,” was Artemisia’s response.

They talked for a while and the goddess realised that such ambition was beyond the man’s grasp. He did not realise that he was petitioning a goddess in her own home. And he certainly had no idea that because of this, Artemisia was compelled to grant his wish.

While bound to human form, she could offer any human a single gift. She told the man that someone else had it, but that she could help him steal it if he could get within arm’s length of that person.

“Conditions are attached,” she explained, without even revealing the identity of the current owner. These conditions were isolation, extreme paranoia, and death. The goddess said all of that to dissuade the man, but he happily accepted the terms.

Based on my retelling of the Greek myth of King Midas. WordPress is trying it with me. I am not sure what is causing the engagement on my posts to drop, so I am going to PLAY!!!

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Sunday, at the (home) office


On Saturday afternoon, I was waiting to take down an art exhibition and while I was waiting in the car, I decided to pull an Oracle card. I bought them because they’ve got a matte velvety finish and the gold inlay looks pretty. I could not for the life of me understand what it was trying to say.

Threads of Fate Oracle Cards "Patience"
“Patience” from the Threads of Fate Oracle cards

Hello everyone. Are you enjoying your Sunday? I have been at my “home” office all day. I am chuckling at the moment, because when I was searching my phone’s image library, I noticed that photo from yesterday and suddenly, my entire Sunday makes sense. This, for once, is not a rant.

I’ve had the most insane day. I had a vague project deadline circa now: Thirty episodes for a Japanese/English animated series. Sounds fun, right? Except, the criteria changed three hours before I submitted the scripts for TEN episodes.

There is a budget issue. “Smaller budget: remove characters.” So I asked three friends to help me out of a jam. Halfway through, when I presented a snippet of the draft, the graphic artist/animator demanded I write the script for the trailer first.

Now, the reason his company hired me was that the project team was led by a talented graphic designer and animator who was not a writer. Because I understood that, I explained to him that the writing process is not linear. One never starts with the summary. It appears that way because that’s how a story is presented to us. But you can start in the middle and work your way backwards or forwards. You know what I’m talking about, right? You’re all writers.

Colors of love by Thomas Bergersen

And of course, I might be the most non-linear writer of them all. I was giggling because he probably thought I was being unreasonable.

I say, “Should we have notes on the first ten episodes and then write the trailer script, which will happen very fast because we will know what the story is all about?” Doesn’t budge.

That’s how four of us were at one point editing the same sentence at the same time. I would like to give a special big up to Google Docs for facilitating that. When we were all finally done tweaking the scripts, the graphic artist texted, “I’ll take a look in two hours because I am going out.”

What?! It’s 7 past 22 o’clock (two hours later) and he wants to have a meeting at 23 o’clock. I, on the other hand, will be going to bed.

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That went well…

Hello everyone, I went and did another thing. Sabiscuit’s Catalog is now Saint Joan, a creative studio which will be work and/or play. It is evolving. Welcome, in every language.

Saint Joan Creative Studio by Lily Nicole
Saint Joan : Creative Studio

But, to be clear, I have done several things. One was to set my blog to private after WordPress said they were going to publish posts from other bloggers here. It was going to be a matter of time before some antisocial idiot ended up next to my art work.

Signed, sealed, delivered ….

During the break, I was writing a lot of scenes for my upcoming creative project. While doing some research on a character, I went so far down the digital rabbit hole, that when I shook myself awake, it was a brand new year.

Don’t get me started on what has happened already. I left you alone for three months and you bring dogecoin back? Not to mention, amid the mayhem on Wall Street, Demi Moore managed to break the Internet. This tells you that star power is real. Because, let’s be honest, how many of you wear $600 Fendi tights?

Saint Joan  Creative Studio by Lily Nicole
Creative Studio – I love books and retro stuff

Miraculously, after eight frustrating months, WordPress has finally allowed me to upgrade to my own domain. I am grateful for the buffer of time. This domain, saintjoan.studio, is named for the Congregation of St. Joan, an orthodox religion I created for my first novel, The Quarter Percent. It was referenced only once in the final chapter. However, a breakaway sect called St. Joan’s Parish is featured in the next novel. Special thanks go to Draculauren for interviewing me about both projects last year. It was a fun experience.

After brainstorming ideas, I thought the church needed a governing body that behaved like it was running a global sportswear brand. When I thought of the outrage this concept would induce, I decided to bring the Blessed Lady into this timeline.

How are you all doing? Please let me know.

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Ascension / Bring me higher

Image with handwritten runic script overlay. Page from Tokyo Fashion Edge Volume 35, 2019.
Garnet – Love
Runic transcription of poem - Ascension/Bring me higher
Runic transcription
Runic script of poem on magazine page. Image from Tokyo Fashion Edge.
Bring me higher – Runic transcription
Ascension - English
Ascension / Bring me higher
Image with handwritten runic script overlay. Page from Tokyo Fashion Edge Volume 35, 2019.
Runic transcription – Opening stanzas
Image with handwritten English cursive script overlay. Page from Tokyo Fashion Edge Volume 35, 2019.
Citrine – Abundance
Image with handwritten English script overlay. Page from Tokyo Fashion Edge Volume 35, 2019.
Quartz – Purity


Presented with love and gratitude. Poem “Ascension/Bring me higher” was written by me. Big ups to my homey, the 9th century poet, Cynewulf. My poem is inspired by his awesome work, Christ II. Images are from Tokyo Fashion Edge Magazine Volume 35, September 2019, with an overlay of handwritten runic and English scripts in watercolour. Have a healing week ahead.

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Dominae Sol serenat omnia

aikyo to aikyo 2019 postcard of oil on canvas painting by Anna Ishii
あいきょうとあいきょう

Dominae Sol serenat omnia

Dominae Sol serenat omnia - Latin poem based on the Mediaeval Latin verses in the Codex Buranus.

Based on Mediaeval Latin verses in the Codex Buranus. Below, you will see the English translation.

The Sun is my Empress, She shines over everything

I was tempted to put the full text here. However, I remembered that Chrome’s translation software would chew it up. I hope the two images render without any issues. If there are any, let me know. The raw text is available, so please contact me if you would like to have it.

Image: Postcard I received recently of Anna Ishii’s 2019 work, “Charming and mesmerising” – 193 cm x 193 cm oil on canvas.

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Accession

In a previous post, I mentioned that I was writing a coronation scene for a new novel. The story is set in 2033, and unfolds in the same universe as The Quarter Percent. We follow events from three perspectives. One belongs to Sebastian, who happens to be a nephew of Cordial’s.

Whereas it hath pleased our Most Blessed Lady to recall to us Her glorious memory in the noble crown which is solely and rightfully come to the High Prince Carroll Patrice Saints Maud et Agnes:

Still drafting, but I know how the story ends. In the very last scene, after a bombshell revelation the previous evening, a hush falls over the nation on Coronation Day. The new monarch is Sebastian’s bestie, 35-year-old Carroll. In this draft of the story, Carroll’s father is still alive, so the proclamation of accession has to take place at the coronation.

Proclamation of accession (fiction).

By this point in the story, we have eavesdropped on meetings and know that the coronation will be stripped of pomp and pageantry. Sebastian has been asked to whittle down the government’s expenditure on the ceremony to mere shillings. The ceremony is a reckoning with the public which, after a display of hubris, has completely lost face. Nonetheless, the ordeal has been humiliating for Carroll.

Bless and sanctify thy servant Carroll, Inheritor of this realm, who we anoint and consecrate King. Imbue him with the wisdom of the Mighty Reformer Jonas, as we, with one voice, proclaim him King, Servant and Steward, with hearty and weighty affection.

The proclamation text is based on EIIR’s 1952 accession and 1953 coronation. (Read a short story inspired by the latter). As mentioned in that earlier post, Google was reading over my shoulder and recommended gospel music to me on YouTube. I made some artwork to display the text that was misunderstood. I hope you like it.

Note: This post was originally intended for publication on this date, 09/20, but I moved it up a week. I moved it back here to make way for a different post. Thank you for your attention, as always. Header image: Izrael Poznanski Palace in Lodz, Poland, by Jacques Bopp, via Unsplash. Concept art: “Accession proclamation for King Carroll”, Posca watercolour pens, and Pilot Juice metallic ink on matte/glossy magazine paper.

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A nutty idea

There is a torrential downpour forecast for this week. I came home during a lull, grabbed my tablet and both of my phones and thought, “I’m going to the office/coffee shop to take advantage of the quiet time to write a scene for my upcoming novel.” Why, oh why, did I check my email before going outside?

Image: Alexandru Zdrobău via Unsplash.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I live in the same universe as the author who wrote bestselling fan-fiction about a woman who was kidnapped and assaulted by a dude for 365 days. Therefore, I will write whatever I like. Please do not misunderstand this post. I am not griping about feedback from a man who tried to say I was “nutty” for using research and my fertile imagination to write a fictional story.

As I have said before, people like what they like. And when they don’t, here come the excuses. It’s like when a guy meets a girl and she has a perfect oval face, hair that is soft and silky, and skin like nectar. She is kind, polite, chews with her mouth closed, and speaks five languages. Except … she has a 32A chest and he can’t feel it for her, he whines to his friends over a beer, because his eyes cannot focus on a woman who does not have a 36 GG chest. And if that woman has to go to Seoul or Bangkok and have them stitched into her body for his viewing pleasure, so be it. “You’re giving me a real athletic vibe,” he later says to the girl over spaghetti. “Are you into sports? You should be a sports model.” The girl feels bad.

Image: Timur Romanov via Unsplash.

In July, I was worried that people would find my story bland, given the current year we live in. However, this afternoon, I read a message explaining to me that the story for The Quarter Percent was quote, A NUTTY IDEA THAT WORKED OUT WELL IN YOUR MIND, unquote. Get it? This person accurately described my process for writing every fictional story that I’ve ever published on this blog.

People enjoy reading about themselves. So, I guess he felt left out? One of the women in my novel is an engineer who does engineering things, while being partially clothed. A real woman doing a postdoctoral fellowship in engineering read it and sent me an email to say she enjoyed the story. And to be fair, if I read a book by an author who was using their work to attack a protected class or group, I would shred it and mail it to the publisher.

Women writers hear the darnedest things.

But I tell you all of that because I want to say that the story for the sequel to my first novel is over-the-top, dystopian, unconventional, irreverent, and chaotic. In fact, my process is that if scenes feel NORMAL they are immediately scrapped. Or I rewrite until things get CRAZY. If someone reads that novel and doesn’t think it’s crazy, I will be very upset.

After a busy month of literally no weekends, I finally have a four-day weekend coming up. I will be spending most of it writing. Some day, in the future, you will meet Mimi, a public health nurse who has lost her sense of humour given the situation unfolding in her country. Compared to her, Rue of Vale is going to look like a Sunday school teacher.

Good talk.

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Beatitudes

Go out in the morning,
into the tabernacles and the courts.
Blessed are the souls that receive you;
they will be comforted.
Do not faint from toil; find rest
in mine house. Sleep, and see
a mystery in the early moments,
before the trumpets will sound.
Continue to the city, touching
all who praise thee for thy works.
Blessed are the faithful that rejoice
in thy labour; they will obtain
gladness even until the latter rain.

I will not age
nor show how frail I am,
nor let the flower of my glory fall away.
Yea, I will bless them that sow in joy
and wait to taste the bounteous supper.
Mine riches shall I heap upon their heads.

Therefore, feel not disquiet,
but hope. Walk in righteousness,
and be worthy. Weep not for days,
but return to me. And measure not
my devotion in a handsbreadth;
surely, it will endure
forever.

🌺

Thank you, everyone, for your encouraging words on my last post. This poem is based on Johannes Brahms’ Ein Deutsches Requiem (A German Requiem). English text: King James Bible. Original image: Nghia Do Thanh. Musical inspiration: Junkie XL’s Brothers in arms.

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Better is one day

Better is one day, from Hymn by Sarah Brightman

Therapy is working. I had to complain to my therapist about this because, for two weeks, I have been staring at a wall of text that usually my brain would gather up and frappé into a poem.

However, my therapist and I have worked out my underlying issues. The stuff that was causing me to be codependent, passive-aggressive, resentful, angry, and vindictive had helped me to write poetry. There is no better way to cloak my hostility or deny my own needs. Now, the magic is gone. Nice job, doctor. 

I am able to confidently state my needs, and sometimes that involves screaming to the world that I’m not okay. This always happens when I am in traffic on Sundays, but I think that’s true for everyone. Anyway, she says I need to ping my brain with music. I say that it is a meditative process that only works for writing prose fiction. We also talk about feeling sad about the tragic passing of someone we all know.

After that conversation, I swear to Jesus, I went to YouTube and I see Sarah Brightman posed like the Columbia Torch Lady. I had no idea that she released an album in 2018. I listened out of curiosity, and realised that YouTube did not suggest this to me before because I avoid songs that praise the Lord Almighty, in English. I made a face at first, but it stuck and I had to play it again. The song is based on A German Requiem by Brahms. It sounds uplifting, cheerful, and transporting.

How did this happen? Google’s neural networks are getting better at listening to my private chats (!) and/or analysing my emails. I strongly suspect the latter because yesterday, I emailed myself the ecclesiastical portion of a coronation scene that I am writing. It’s for a new novel, but the machine believes that I’m Catholic or something. Oops.

I love the song. And I still can’t write poetry.