I tried to keep walking. Tried to ignore the bright colors screaming against the black nothingness.
But......something was calling to me.
There was something else too.
Something malicious.
Something watching......
I wish Į̶̨͕͚͔̽ ̸̧̘̖͗́͝d̷̢͙̩̋̆͊i̶̛̹̦̊̉̈́d̷̙̦̻̙̽͋ṅ̸̟̪̹͖͇͐̾͐̃͜'̴̪͕̋͒͋̐͠͠t̵̮̻̖͙͑̑ ̸̱͐a̷͖̻̞͖͆̄̍p̸̛̛̙̯̣̰̭͉̑̈́͐̕p̸͈̺͕̥͙̎͐̀̕r̶̯̾̀͊̂̀ȯ̵̢͓̺̌̃̿͒a̴͓̠̞̙̼̪͆̓̊̊̊̕c̷̠̀͋̈́͝h̸̛͓͚̉͆̎ ̶͇͐̓̆͐̌͘i̸̡̞̭̜̤̖̔̒͑ṭ̸̥̳̍͂͊
N̵̢̧̡̢̨̨̧̧̟͔̞̤͔̗͉̜̪͕͕̟̞͙̥̮̥͇͙͙̙̦͉͙̺̰͈͚̭̖̰̳̫̳͚̯͓̻̣̤̠͙̹̬̜̲̞̈̈́̀̓̀̚͜͜͜ͅͅò̶̧̡̨̧̧̧̨̨̨̢͔̦̘̘̦̗̬̱̠͔̫̥̘̗̲͔͔̘̦̫̫͉̲̫̖̹̼̗̥̼̻͇̟̳͙͇̪̗̰͍͎̬͕̥̻͖͕̺̻͚̥̹̙̫̩̟̭̻̞̼̣̣̦̝̹̱̮͖̺̹͈̖̤͕͚̗̲̟͚̙̥̟̗͎͇̺̮͎̉̌͛̎͊̿̈́̌͑͊̈́̍͒̈́̈́͐͐͗̀̏͑͛̄̿̋̿̔̕͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅͅẘ̸̨̛̛̛͕̰̋̓̄̏̌̌̀́̀̀̓̉̋̑̾̍̃͆̍̐͋̀̾̀̍̒̀̿̈́́̍͗͛͛͑̓͒̈́͒̋̈̀͂̇̄̅̋̊̀̏̅̈͒̃̽̽͂̈́̋̄̅́͌̎̒́͂̑͊̋͛̈́̽̂̎͛̈́̓̈́̈́̑͐͆̋̃̒̈́̔̕̕̕͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠ ̸̧̡̢̺̱͇̰̱̼̬͖̭̳̜̯̳̖̩̠̥̪̳͙̘͕͔̩̬̮̗̼̰͍͔̙̪̳̍̔͜i̷̧̗̹͕͚̱̟̞̽͛́̒͋̓̂̎͌̉͌͗̉̈́̔̾̑͐͑̈́͐͊́̊̒̓̈͗̔̓̀̌̌̽͛́͗̕̚͝͝t̵̢̨̡̢̯̭̼̳͇̻̙̱̦̳̬̤̦̫̳̼̳̲͓̩͍̭̺̮̹͙̙̠̰̩͇̠͍͈̝̼̺̯̼͎͓̜̯̟͈̫͎͕̠̦̱̘̣̤͕̳̞̃͌͆͛̌̃͘͜ͅͅs̷̢̨̛͎̹͍͓̣͓͖͙͈̹̥̬͍̬͓̥̮͇̓̅͋̽̄͂͗̎̉̇͑͋̆͒̉̇̊͊͑̇̀̃̋̂͆͊̒̊̍͂̄̎̎̎̎́̑̓̅͌̀͋͑̐̊̈́̀̀̄̓͆͆̽̈̈́̊̎͛̽̉̈̑͌͊͛̈́͛́͆̌̃̅̐͑̏̀̎̉̀̚̚̕̚̕͜͝͝͠ͅͅ ̷̧͍̰͕̉̓̆̈̉̃̈̆̓̎̿̇͆̅̓̉̒̽̊͊̿͌́̑̈́́͆̋̎̊̊͌́̏͘͘̚͝t̷̢̧̖͉̠̩̥̜̲̖̝̳͉̫̬̞̦̦̪̟̭͕̝̖̖̲̲̻̥̞͈̙̳̪̟͈̠̤̲͚̳͙͔̬͕̱̥̀͌̃̓̊̅̅͛̊̀̈̈́̈́͗̇͆͋̄̍́͜͜͝͝ò̶̡̡̹͉̣̻͕̘̻̫̞͖̻͛͆̽̌̎̔͆̋͆̔͑̐̅̾͊̅̔̌͂̀͂͑̓́͂̈͆̇̃́̑̿̓̊̓́̓̌̄́̓̋͆͋͒̏̿͛̚̚̚͘͜͝͠ǫ̸̨̞̫͈̲̲͙̪̟̯̜̮̥͙̱̼̦̥̣̗͍͓̫̮̳̹̰̠̣̫̜̜͙̰̙̠͖̩̖̬̫̣͓̦͈̙̰̮̦͍̻͇̫͈͇͙͕̲̥̖̘̬̦̯̣͔̳͚͎̻̝̳͎̱̯͔̥̞̦̠̞̪̗̳̹͚͉̯͙̰͓̙̣̥͔̩͛͂̑̄͋̈́͒̃͆̒̑̎̅́̊̒̆̐̾̀͗͂̀͝ ̸̛͔̦̯̖̝̠͖̈́͗͐͌̇̍̈́̓̾̔̏̓͛̅̊̓̌͆͒͑͘̕͝͝l̸̨̨̢̡̨̛̛͉̥̮̫̭̪̟͎̖̰͈̺̗̪̲͖̤͖̺̺͔͙̠̜͎̖̤̲̺̪͙͖̦̗͍͕̝̜͉̯͖̒̒̄͌͋̈́̌͗͂̀̈́͛͋̎̀͒̓̈́̉̍̓̐̀̿͛̈́̋͋͋͊͐̇͛͘͘͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͠ͅą̶̡̛̛̛̛̱̞̖̭͍̝̱̤̠̖͕͚̬̥̦̭̺̮̠̫̘͙̘͍̻̩̲̺͖̥̪̣̮͇̙͈̀̍̒͒͑́̇̽͒̍̓̃͌̄͌̆̃͌̊̏̉̐͆͛̓̎̿̉̅̄̃̇̄̅́͘̕̚͘͜͝ͅt̴̡̡̧̧̨͕͚̪̳̹͕̳͇̜̺̬̞̳͚̺̥̘̼̣̖̙̗̲͉͍̞̯͉͔̖͇̪͕͍̪͙̬̤̣̝̘̙͗ͅę̶̡̢̢̡̨̧̡̨̣͈͚͈̦̗̟̪͚̣̥̺͇̠̺̲̤̦̜̪͇̥̹̝̲̘͕̤̘̠̱͔̻̻̯͔͇͉̭̪̫͈͖̩̼͙̼͔̯̱͈̳̼͇̥̙͚̬̱̭̦̬͕̼͖̰̜̱̤͈̮͇͇͗̀̿̈́͐̂̐́̈́̔̃̇̃͛͊̋̂̇͛̈͛͛̀̎̈́̈́̓̐̾͂̓̐͊̈́͋̎̇̇̇̉͌́͆͒̓̒̌̈́̇͗̀͒͌̈́̍̿̎̎̇̂̉͐̏̇̒͊͒́̓́̂̽̄̑͘͘̚̕̕̚̕͘̚̚͜͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅ
