kharuko

[kharuko]

Hello it's me again!

I'd like to send in a request for a yuki x reader where they have a fight and yuki says something mean accidentally and reader gives him the silent treatment for days and he panics? He's such a soft and sweet boy that I'm really curious as to what an argument with yuki would look like. But the ending is happy

Hello! The person originally holding this account isn't available to take requests for now, so sorry for the late reply (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

I'm just a close friend holding onto the account temporarily, but she'll try her best to come back online

[kharuko]

Albedo would paint you, like, a lot. People kept joking about how he liked to draw or paint you because you were beautiful to his eyes, like a landscape made just for him to admire. Or he thought you were very interesting, like a very 'out-of-this-world' being. But in reality, he painted you often just to remember your face. Every detail taken seriously and painted with strategy and dedication, most it'd just be sketches but once you take a look at the full portrait- colored and rendered- it would be unbelievably breathtaking.

"No matter how many times my brush touches the canvas, I cannot still replicate the real- and beautiful- thing."

[kharuko]

Gorou is the imperfect knight in shining armor, no offense. He protects you with full determination and goes out leaving your heart full as ever. Caring like a parent and loving as a proper boyfriend. There will be flaws as all relationships are, but in the end it will be solved as gently and calmly as possible.

"I don't wanna fight with you, because you are not my enemy in any way."

[kharuko]

Scaramouche may be a douchebag but he cares at least. Though his way of caring is a bit pushed, he means well though his face doesn't show it. Some days you might feel under the weather, you somehow have breakfast in bed with a heartfelt [in his own way] letter. He may be sharp but of course the blade dulls without proper care.

"I left early. Eat well, the dish was made to be healthy for your glutton ass, see you soon. - Scara."

[kharuko]

Going to go MIA for a few days,

I'm going somewhere with not much signal to pick up things from a relative that lives in the woods. I'll be back soon after.

[kharuko]

Honor is yours, Hun. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

@ilylifebutwhy as requested. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"Headcanons!"

Zhongli x ReincarnatedGuizhong! Reader

Genre: Tooth-Aching Fluff.

Warning/s: None. Not Proofread. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[A\N]• I made it in Headcanon format because I had no idea how to plot this in full story thing but ye.

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Alright. This scene happened somewhere in Liyue, where it was way past afternoon and the town has quieted down. Say, at 7pm or so.

Zhongli was tending to his final errands visiting the towns people or some shops closing down to see if everyone was in peaceful order. Some complaints about his boss being 'over-excited' and some who wish him a good night as they began settling down to where they all lived or resided in.

At a few minutes past 8, it was time for him to come back to his own job to close up a bit. Bidding Hu Tao good night as he continued strolling the stone paths of Liyue.

As he was passing through the night he heard a very familiar feminine voice, singing near a field of glaze lilies. At first he thought much of it and continued on his nightly stroll.

Few days however, the feminine voice still sang at the same spot. This made Zhongli curious since he hasn't known someone who sings such an old song, an old song that only the great great grandparents would know of.

So, (naturally 🧍) Zhongli went towards the glaze lily field, taking the flat brown dirt as to not mess the delicately placed lilies; all blooming under the moonlight giving a very soft and extraterrestrial feel in the fields. Almost like from a different planet.

As he trudged through deeper he found a woman her clothes draping over her arms as she held her flower basket carefully, picking the flowers and placing them in the basket neatly. But Zhongli questioned why she is doing this at an ungodly hour.

He went over to the female, gently touching her shoulder and calling her out. Known this would happen, she flinched and turned quickly with a startled expression plastered on her fair features.

As she processed his face she visibly relaxed, "Ah, Zhongli, you startled me there." She breathed, patting his shoulder as she adjusted the basket.

What startled Zhongli slightly was how she used his name so casually but brushed it off again, doing what he had in plan and ask what she was doing plucking the flowers at such a late night.

The lady then chuckled lightly before turning to him, " A wise man once told me that glaze lilies bloom brightly at such nights when the moon is high and bright." She replied. Then it clicked Zhongli a bit.

He used to say that. Back in the days when he was a God, with Guizhong under the said midnight moonlight. When the moon was high and glowing did the lilies blossomed brightly and even glowed under the light; and where it is at it's most beautiful.

"Though I don't remember who, he was such a nice man. He used to care for my well being often too, I wonder how he is." She sighed looking at him; a familiar feeling itching her body, almost like that person is Zhong-

"Well don't worry. I'm sure he is doing alright and well." Ah, she doesn't remember. But a piece of it is still within her which made Zhongli glad, even if it was a little bit of memory.

She smiled brightly as she took a flower and gave it to him, "You're very funny Zhongli. Makes me wonder how I've never seen you before."

Without word he began to help her pick the flowers, a nostalgic feeling that keeps him at peace. And the light voice of Guizhong coming back to him, teasing him about how careless he is in picking the flower. A few minutes passed and they finished picking, as the gentleman he is he escorted her to her home.

"Ah, I never got your name." Zhongli said suddenly, turning to her. "I am [Y/N]. But you know I know who you are, hehe." She replied.

As she went to the door to open it, she faced Zhongli again, Zhongli confused was about to ask why when he was cut off by her gentle voice.

"Goodnight, Morax."

[this might be bad but the idea was there so, but anyways this was very nice to write and ngl was crushing my heart as I went on]

[kharuko]

@ilylifebutwhy as requested. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"Headcanons!"

Zhongli x ReincarnatedGuizhong! Reader

Genre: Tooth-Aching Fluff.

Warning/s: None. Not Proofread. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[A\N]• I made it in Headcanon format because I had no idea how to plot this in full story thing but ye.

---+

Alright. This scene happened somewhere in Liyue, where it was way past afternoon and the town has quieted down. Say, at 7pm or so.

Zhongli was tending to his final errands visiting the towns people or some shops closing down to see if everyone was in peaceful order. Some complaints about his boss being 'over-excited' and some who wish him a good night as they began settling down to where they all lived or resided in.

At a few minutes past 8, it was time for him to come back to his own job to close up a bit. Bidding Hu Tao good night as he continued strolling the stone paths of Liyue.

As he was passing through the night he heard a very familiar feminine voice, singing near a field of glaze lilies. At first he thought much of it and continued on his nightly stroll.

Few days however, the feminine voice still sang at the same spot. This made Zhongli curious since he hasn't known someone who sings such an old song, an old song that only the great great grandparents would know of.

So, (naturally 🧍) Zhongli went towards the glaze lily field, taking the flat brown dirt as to not mess the delicately placed lilies; all blooming under the moonlight giving a very soft and extraterrestrial feel in the fields. Almost like from a different planet.

As he trudged through deeper he found a woman her clothes draping over her arms as she held her flower basket carefully, picking the flowers and placing them in the basket neatly. But Zhongli questioned why she is doing this at an ungodly hour.

He went over to the female, gently touching her shoulder and calling her out. Known this would happen, she flinched and turned quickly with a startled expression plastered on her fair features.

As she processed his face she visibly relaxed, "Ah, Zhongli, you startled me there." She breathed, patting his shoulder as she adjusted the basket.

What startled Zhongli slightly was how she used his name so casually but brushed it off again, doing what he had in plan and ask what she was doing plucking the flowers at such a late night.

The lady then chuckled lightly before turning to him, " A wise man once told me that glaze lilies bloom brightly at such nights when the moon is high and bright." She replied. Then it clicked Zhongli a bit.

He used to say that. Back in the days when he was a God, with Guizhong under the said midnight moonlight. When the moon was high and glowing did the lilies blossomed brightly and even glowed under the light; and where it is at it's most beautiful.

"Though I don't remember who, he was such a nice man. He used to care for my well being often too, I wonder how he is." She sighed looking at him; a familiar feeling itching her body, almost like that person is Zhong-

"Well don't worry. I'm sure he is doing alright and well." Ah, she doesn't remember. But a piece of it is still within her which made Zhongli glad, even if it was a little bit of memory.

She smiled brightly as she took a flower and gave it to him, "You're very funny Zhongli. Makes me wonder how I've never seen you before."

Without word he began to help her pick the flowers, a nostalgic feeling that keeps him at peace. And the light voice of Guizhong coming back to him, teasing him about how careless he is in picking the flower. A few minutes passed and they finished picking, as the gentleman he is he escorted her to her home.

"Ah, I never got your name." Zhongli said suddenly, turning to her. "I am [Y/N]. But you know I know who you are, hehe." She replied.

As she went to the door to open it, she faced Zhongli again, Zhongli confused was about to ask why when he was cut off by her gentle voice.

"Goodnight, Morax."

[this might be bad but the idea was there so, but anyways this was very nice to write and ngl was crushing my heart as I went on]

[kharuko]

Thoma is like the most wholesome and reliable person in your entire life. I believe he believes in the love language, Acts of Service. After a long hard day of helping the people of Inazuma out, he will be their to loosen the stress a bit; offering to heat you up some green tea or to cook you favourite dishes.

(We all Stan Manwife! Thoma)

[kharuko]

Is this my time to actually ***write***?

imagine a reader who is a reincarnation of guizhong

WRITERS PLS-

[kharuko]

Thought of the Day/Night:

Should I make an "About Me" post for anyone interested in getting along? Getting curious to the other writers lurking here so I wanna be the first to expose myself for some friends~ ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

(I am exposing my irl friends here. You know who you are.)

[kharuko]

Childe and you would be each other's comfort person. From hard days or insecurities taking over, Childe will be of aid and you shall do the same. He may be a cherry guy but behind the scenes he is one with an empty space in his chest; to which you fill with your ever flowing love. And in return, he will make sure any doubts or insecurities about yourself will be washed away in a jiff.

[kharuko]

Kaeya would love you so fucking much it's not going to be all jokes anymore.

He would cherish every part of you, physically and mentally. He would spend his time with you wisely and make sure every interaction counts. Whether it be fishing with Klee or having a walk in the night talking about whatever, he would take it as a core memory.

"I've lost so many in my life, but even if someday you would do the same; I will still cherish whatever we have left."

[kharuko]

Ganyu would work at the late hours trying to finish an immortal amount of papers. But you weren't having any of it, so you planned to stay up the late nights with her - which failed multiple times. But you never wavered, so with no choice Ganyu would often prepare blankets and pillows, plus an extra chair in case you would try to stay up again. Sometimes caressing your face every so slightly.

[kharuko]

Hello everyone! Sorry for no updates and other interactions;; my device got wonky a few weeks back and I thought I could salvage it till I get a new one.

Turns out it couldn't so I transferred to a new one~

[kharuko]

Venti would love to hear your input in any song he sings or writes. And sometimes when the mood is just right or in times where things get intimate, he would let you help him sing or write a song. Maybe a duet or two? Or a topic you wanna challenge him with? He's got you like the first time he confessed to you.

[kharuko]

"Humans need their emotions, even someone like me. Don't concern yourself as to why I lost my way to fear, I am alright."

Just wanted to show you all one of the characters for the comic/story I am writing. She's the flexible type of character that is the antagonist from the start but was not yet announced until later into the story, Renm Spine is her name.

[kharuko]

𝖳𝖾𝖺 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 - 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗑 𝖦𝗇!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 patch 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖦𝗈𝗋𝖾(?), 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌.

[𝖠/𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌]

{����𝗈𝗍 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽}

𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒; 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝖺.

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒, 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

"𝖠𝗁, 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂~ 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁." [𝖸/𝖭]'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒-𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺, 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂.

"𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈? 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖨 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒; 𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗒." 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 [𝖸/𝖭] 𝗌𝖺𝗍. 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

"𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺." 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅.

𝖲𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗉, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

"𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋." 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 [𝖸/𝖭] 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋; 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾.

"𝖲𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 '𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺' 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌? 𝖠𝗆 𝖨 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍?" 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀. ��𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌' 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.

"𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖳𝖾𝖺! 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍- 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒." [𝖸/𝖭] 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋; 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗒 [𝖸/𝖭]'𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾.

"𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗍?" 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒-𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌; 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, [𝖤/𝖢] 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 [𝖸/𝖭] 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍.

"𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾-𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀." 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾.

𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖦𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗒𝗏𝖺𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌' 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 - 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼���� 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗋. 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗒𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽/𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾; 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒; 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌; 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾.

"..𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂..?"

"..𝖧𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂..??"

"..𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂!" [𝖸/𝖭] 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 [𝖲/𝖮] 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀." 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

"𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌.. 𝖫𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅." 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 [𝖸/𝖭] 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗀, 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀,

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾." 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 ��𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒.

"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀." 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗎𝗓𝗓𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 [𝖸/𝖭]'𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍.

"𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝗐! 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖷𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁." 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍. 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

𝖠𝗌 [𝖸/𝖭] 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖹𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖾. W𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 [𝖲/𝖮]'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍, 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎,

"𝖨'𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀."