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[originofstillness]

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[tsurumaaru]

[sleazeburger]

Beverly Hells by Signe Pierce

[arcthic]

following back similar 

[trcshymemes]

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

The morning always comes.

This will be your home, for now.

Look at you, you sorry drunk.

Don’t you worry. This will help you forget.

I’ve never been use to anyone.

I only wanted to help…

Your blood is tainted.

You shall not abscond your crimes!

Is it the blood, or are you just raving mad?

This can’t be the real you. …Please, stop.

I have no time for your petty lies.

I will never leave your side.

Your presence somehow soothes.

I only wanted…to be your….friend

Would you ever think to love me?

You let the blood get the best of you.

Remember yourself. You are not a beast.

You are no more than a beast. I should’ve known.

Too proud to show your true face, eh?

I don’t seem apt for this life anymore.

Please, just stop. Stop, please!

Of course…I do love you.

We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

My eyes grow heavy…Let me rest a while. I’ll be fine, just wait.

Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good.

We must find a way to surpass our own stupidity. 

Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?

I’d like to tender my thanks, but I haven’t much to offer.

Just think about what you’re doing. It’s utter madness.

What good is your immortality now!

You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.

May you find your worth in the waking world.

Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your…animal intuition?

You hunters have got more blood on your hands.

Hunters are killers, nothing less!

You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this!

Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves.

You can’t bottle everything up inside. You mustn’t be afraid to share.

Rancid beasts, every last one of us.

I should think you still have dreams?

But…do the gods love their creations?

May the good blood guide your way.

You know not the value you posses. 

The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people.

If you insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?

What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?

Oh don’t you worry. Whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream.

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[vvhitecrovv]

Dubious Stars

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Growling in irritation, she looked over her shoulder, noticing him to be hot on her trail. He really was determined to get something out of her, whether she liked it or not. Perhaps this was normal for him, for his offers to be rejected, and he’d perfected his methods to get what he wanted no matter what. What a bother, and she wondered if there’d be any point in actually running away, with the help of reinforcement magic. She was merely using a casual stride right now, as she was quite fast to begin with, but there seemed to be no point in trying to shake him off. He’ll find her again eventually, or force her to come find him through a commotion, and they’ll be right back at square one. He kept up with her well though, she had to admit. He couldn’t have been using any magic of his own, yet he was fast enough to be within her sights at all times. As she figured, he was powerful, though she never doubted that to begin with.

Merely scoffing at his words, she paid him no mind as she stopped on top of a building, more concerned with what to do with him now that he proved to be such a stubborn pest. He was right; she couldn’t kill him, as she would’ve done so by now, but Souren would be greatly displeased by the loss of such a precious life. Precious to him, obviously, but she had to respect his wishes. At the very least, she could shove this guy off to her to boss and let him deal with everything instead, as it took all of her willpower to turn down Chrollo’s very, very tempting offer when he grabbed her hand.

Her eye twitched in annoyance, the scowl on her face deepening by his bold move. But she came to respect it, knowing he was betting his life on this, desperate and without any other choice. The fact that she was his only hope around here gave her a little sense of smugness, knowing he was grasping at straws to evoke his meager authority over her, but it didn’t matter anymore. “It’s funny, seeing such a high and mighty guy almost groveling to some little girl,” She mocked, seeing straight through what little remained of his composure. “Maybe I should make you beg for my help, but I hate your voice too much to even humour that.” She whipped her hand out of his grasp, dusting herself off with disdain.

“Let me correct you; this isn’t his city, it’s our city, and I can break havoc as much as I damn please. If you doubt me on that, you can ask him yourself,” She sneered, though it was clear what she was about to do. She’d give him what he wanted, as she was sure Souren would have to meet with him to turn him into a puppet anyways. Plus, she wanted some payback for when he grabbed her hand, not really fancying anyone laying a hand on her.

“Prepare yourself,” She smiled brightly as she backed up, raising her hands as wind started to pick up around her. Hopefully her boss wouldn’t mind the random drop in, but she was sure he was watching them this entire time anyways. Glowing circuits etched themselves onto her legs, power building up in her muscles. “I’ll give you a free ride straight to his house.” Grinning rather devilishly, the cement below her cracked under the pressure as she spun around, aiming a heavy kick straight to his chest. Waving lazily, she watched him fly off towards the building in the middle of the city, a satisfied smile plastered on her face.

“Welp, back to work.” Cracking her knuckles, she walked off, figuring she’d never see that man ever again.

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Dammit. He felt that kick throughout his entire body. For a moment he was not able to breathe, for every breath he took, felt like inhaling hot volcanic ash. Chrollo could not remember the last time he’d taken this much damage. The impact had to have broken … one … two ribs? Make that four. He mentally cursed his vulnerability as his unguarded back broke through the wall and crashed against the marble floor. Without nen to shield his body he had been defenseless against the full force of her kick and the impact against the architectural masterpiece. Her power was tremendous. After feeling her power he realized she could have killed him had she gone all out. He was puzzled by the glowing marks that appeared on her legs before she brutally kicked him. It seemed to be the source of her power… or rather, a manifestation of it. But that was something he would have to figure out at a later time. His focus should be on the events that would unfold shortly. He was in no condition to fight whoever resided in the building. Chrollo would have to rely on his keen intellect in order to persuade the entity that owned the city.

His body demanded rest and immediate care but Chrollo knew better than to helplessly lay on the ground. His mental fortitude was greater than any physical injury inflicted on him. The head spider raised himself from the ground, closely examining his surroundings. The room he had crashed into was one of the most luxurious living spaces he’d ever seen. Chrollo often stared at the skyscraper from afar. It was much larger than any other edifice in the city and just the place where someone could hide in plain sight. Chrollo walked around the room wondering if what he was seeing was real. To the naked eye he was in a real estate master piece only available to those possessing immense wealth, but his instincts told him otherwise. He could feel an ever-present ominous sensation, the same he’d felt the moment he came near Forbidden City. It was as though the city itself was watching him, however, the feeling was far more intense in this room.

Despite his aching wounds, the master mind was not to be outdone nor diminished by some arrogant brat. He knew that her brutal reaction had more implications that a mere temperamental outburst. She wanted him to die, as a matter of fact, she was counting on this person to kill him. By severely injuring him the blonde had rendered his battle capabilities nearly useless. How foolish of her. He’d never won battles on strength alone, his wits were the most powerful weapons he had at his disposal. “I apologize for dropping in.” He said as he sat down on the nearest sofa. His aching body welcomed the rest as the strain of movement was lifted from it. “Forgive me if it’s too forward of me to sit down without being formally invited, but that blonde subordinate of yours left me no choice considering her… visiting arrangements.”

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𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌...𝖬𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖲𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈'𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅.

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗄𝗒𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾

"𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳?

"𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍.

“𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗮...𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱.” H𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖳𝗈𝗎𝗄𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽s, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖳𝗈𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐.. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽.

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘩 𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢? 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 "𝘏𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯". 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯! 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬?" 

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇

"𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴. 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘩𝘮𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢? 𝘈𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘦𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 "𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯! 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵! 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" 

"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗹..." 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺..𝗌𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦! 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘖𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘚𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘷𝘪. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴? 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘥𝘰? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘬! " 

“𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒍! 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒆!” 

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁.

“𝗦𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻” 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖠 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖠 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝗈.

"𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾." 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺..𝗇𝗈, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖲𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝖽, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗈𝗉. 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼. 𝖧𝗈𝗐..𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗄𝗒𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝟦𝟢𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝟣𝟧𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖺'𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖲𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾

"𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗦𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱. 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝘂𝘀. 

𝗔𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗻."

@kefali-arachni

[spacetalin]

[fragments-of-a-hologram-dystopia]

[angry-manjew]

[fallingpassionately]

[nihilistlizard]

[alientechnology00]

[originofstillness]

I still wait, my friend, for our Boss Battle.

𝙁𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚!

M24- Kara No Kyokai Ost Paradox Spiral

[seleneserenade]

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.

Alternatively, send me “Reverse Boss battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when my muse fights yours as a boss.