Hello Archivist, I hope this letter finds you in good health. I have heard your Society has helped people ailed by the supernatural at times and I do dearly hope that those stories are true, for I fear I have fallen prey to one of these Gears as your Society has labelled them. Enough rambling however, I suppose I’ll begin my statement.
Have you ever heard of myiasis Archivist? When a fly lays its eggs into your flesh while you’re still living? I have always had a fascination with the way insects interact with the world around them, the way that hundreds of them exist all around us and go unnoticed, yet myasis and parasitism have always left me with an itching sensation I cannot shake off, that feeling that bugs are digging into me, laying their eggs in my flesh, eating me, it always upset me. I have managed to avoid parasites for the most part in my life, barring mosquitoes and leeches, and other suck bloodsuckers, they initially caused me the same discomfort but over time I have grown numb to it. Though I suppose that isn’t entirety true, the itch they give once they’re done feeding can at times be quite enjoyable, have you ever had an itch like that Archivist? Have you ever felt the impossibly strong almost prickly urge to claw at your own skin? In my younger years I always thought it was my body trying to get me to claw the bloodsuckers venoms out of me, but in recent years I have considered it might just be a gift from them, nothing can quite match the feeling of scratching the itches they provide. I have stopped swatting at mosquitoes recently, and I fear that may have been a mistake as a particularly large one had bit my leg a week ago, but it provided me with no itch, not initially, instead an almost squirming sensation that was subtle at first though now has grown into an almost debilitating pain, an itch I need to scratch, but it is not an itch on me, no Archivist, it is an itch on others. I am scared I will freely admit that, but not because of the pain nor the urge to gift others with this wriggling pain, in fact I am scared because of that, I can feel something writhing under my skin, hundreds of things, and they are hurting me, but I don’t mind Archivist, I am scared because it isn’t an urge to share this itch, it is a want. I have avoided help for this despite knowing I need it, even know I struggle to write this message for you. I do not know what is going to happen, but I can feel the hatred snaking its way through me that my guests have for your Society, I don’t know why. I can no longer walk without support, but I can almost hear them telling me that they can help, perhaps they can, but I know not the cost. I come to your Society in hopes of help, potential freedom from this turmoil, one part of me wonders if you can even provide. Please help.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜; 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑... 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝙸 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝚄𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.
𝙼𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜.
𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗...
𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢; 𝙳𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚆. 𝚉𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢.
𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝: 𝙷𝚒! 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝" 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕! 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚢! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔!
- 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢.
