- IS NEVER THE END NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE -
"I'M SORRY!" cried Wheatley, as he and the lady were led helplessly into the enormous mashy plates.
Hhhh... PNNG!
The plates came together, and in a single, succinct instant, Wheatley and the lady were both obliterated, as the machine crushed every moving part in both of their bodies, killing them instantly.
...
...
...
(Input disrupted.)
...
...
...
(Descriptive Narration enabled.)
(The scene goes bright and silent, so bright that at first you are not aware you are seeing anything at all, and so silent you feel you might have gone deaf. But then you realize that your eyes are open and that you are not making any sound at all, not even by breathing. Apart from the brightness, you find yourself surrounded by towering black skyscrapers of what appear to be words, words all mixed together, overlapping each other, so much that you can hardly read what they all say, if indeed they say much of anything at all.)
̶̬̳͉͇̈́̄̈̈́̀͝"̵̨̻͖͙͇̬̥͕̓̎̒͠Ȋ̶̡̢̥̥̖̳̪͖͂͊̈́̀͛̽́̚'̵̢͎̝͉̼̗͉̩̲̓̿̏͑͒́M̶̢̫̺͉̤̙̰̩̓͛ ̷͇̮̤̗͓̙͍̰̥̘̀͌S̴͎̪̺͒̑͊̏́́͋͂͋͠ͅO̵̳͔͚̔̆̑R̶̢̼̞͖̬̖̲̣̜͑̈̉̓͊̂́̊̕R̵̞̋Ỵ̷͔̬͉͈̭͖͉̓͊̐̈͆̎̐̍̾̍!̸̡̮̃̌͋̋̓̇̊̊̌́͜͜ͅͅ"̶̗̽̂̃̈̐̾́̕͠ ̵̧̺̱̍̒̈c̶̢͈̮̻̰͛͜ͅr̶̜̩̤̟̻͛́̿̌̒́̓̏͗́ǐ̷͓̬̙ë̸̟̮̮́̔͛͂̃̐̃̓͠d̵̨̹̘̖̙͚̮̣͒͊̈́̔̌͝ͅ ̷̞̭̰̑̅̿̈́͂W̸̮̻̻̲͑̽̆͊͛̇͋̾ͅḩ̵̨̬̘͕̤̠͖̬̃̋͆̎͘͜ȩ̷̧̞̬̻̤̦͔̰̩̍̍̓͋̔̑̑̎͘͝a̸̧̡̼͚͖͎͖̺̟̗͋̍͒͆̎̐̌͘͝ṭ̴̢̘͎̦̫͛̀͋̏̇̋͒̋͂̿ͅl̷̻͚̼͕͖̘̣̘̈̄͘͝͠͝e̸̟̠̤̘̬̝̪̼͚͒͛̈́̿͂͊̔̚͜͝y̶̛͇̙̼̌͊͂̅,̷̯̻̱̝̩̫̣̹͇̪̅͘͠ ̸̟̖͖̩͍̟̘̦́͌͜a̷̱͇̫͎͌̆͐̉̀͌s̶̝̤̣̩͔̰̼͇̙̜͗̊̌̈́̓͝͝ ̴̺͈̈́̍̉͛ͅh̶̛͓͑̎̋̓̈́̊͝e̸̢͕̩̒̀̿̐͌ ̵͙̻͙̌͊̋͋̏̄̊͠ạ̶̻͉̜̖̣̹̊̐͆̎̌̅̈́͠n̷̢̛̞͌̾͊͗̊̕d̴̠̫͑̀͊̾̑̃͊̒̚͘ ̶̛͚̰̺̜͖̳̩͈͗͑̎̄̒͒͑t̵̢̤̀̋̓͛̋̿͑̈̕͠ḩ̷̪̫̽̋̒͋̈́e̴͇̠͎̹̠͕̭̾̈́͜ ̸̛̺̻̥͔̂̈́͗̿͗̊̑ͅl̶̡̺͖̙̼̘̭̯̎̈ͅả̶̛̖̤̪͓̆͐̔̐̀́̏́ḋ̶͎̳͔̃͐̑͜y̴̗̦͕͂̾̆̈́̚ ̸̛̪̻̘͖̺̯͚͚̂́̓͂̈́̚͜͠ͅẅ̸̨̗͙̘̻̹̤̰̳̺́̒̔̆́͋͛ȩ̵͖̘̯̣̠͓͛̈́̓̑͗̄̃͠͝͝r̴̖̪̈́͌̉̍ē̷̱͇̲̙͕̥͍̝̳̪̓̏̐̃͐́̌̍͘ ̷̢̛̤̜͎̻̑̒́̃̚͝͝l̶̢̖̠̘̱͈̟̓͆̇͐̃̆̿̎̒̎é̷̘̹͈͚ḑ̵͖̭̮̙̼̀̓̽̇̊ ̷̢̻͓͓̮̹͎̞̣͒̚ͅḥ̷̥̠͎̲̔̄̓̂̉͊̓̅͌e̷̩͕̮̩̫͔̿͆̃͜͠͝ļ̸̛̟̝̰͎͍̪͔̟͑ͅp̶̧̩̗̫͔̻̠̳͉̱̓̂̀̄͗̓̕͘͠ļ̸̡́̓͝e̵̡̢̝̱͇͔̕ṡ̷̨̺̝̯̹̹͉̭̹͊͛̈̑̿͜s̴̠͇̹̠̬̬̮͖̾ͅͅĺ̶͚͇͔̫̥̳̞̤̄͗͂̒͘͜ÿ̸̞̰͓́̋̿̋̎̀͝ ̸͈̎̎͜i̵͔͛͐n̸̠̗̄̈́̂̒t̷̩͐̌̉͑̀͒̅͌̓͝o̴̦͙̳̥̓̓̈́͊͛ͅ ̴̡̧̠̝͓͓̺̅̈́̍́͋̑̇̚t̸̨̨̢̛̤̤͙͈̫̂̏͐͆͒h̴̲̓̎͂͝͝e̶̛͙͑͐̊̀͑ ̵̹̺̳͇̳̘̜̏͊͝ȩ̵̝̪̪̘̗̾̋̑̐̕ņ̸̀̿̑͠ȏ̷̰̺̗̼̞͓̠̦̪̌̓́͝͠r̴̡͎̪͖͍̣͑͒̍͐͂͐̏̚͝͠ͅm̵̝̮̟͕̤̣͝ǒ̶̠͈̯̳̦̺͖̚ư̷̢̥̠̣͒͑̂͜ͅs̴̤͉̳͎͙̮͉̔͂̅́̒̾͠ ̷̛͚̮̞̼̲̯͈̇̀̓͝m̴͇̟̼̟̀͆̎̀͘͜a̷̢̛͓̲̮̿͌́͑́͐͋̍͠s̸͙̥̠̦̻̱͖͌h̵̘̆̑̋̈́̃͆͗́͝y̶̺̌͒̑͑̀̒ ̷̱͚͚̮̬̺̾̊̎̈̋̈̈́͐̚ṗ̸̛̛̛̬̫͈̻̤͑̈́͐̀l̵̛̖̖̜̮͙̥̋͐̊͝a̴̗̮͉̹̮̻̥̩̲̒t̴̲̳̣͉̖̮͖̃̏̎̏ͅé̷̹̳͚̀̐́ş̵̤͉̗̙̼̰̉̽̈́̑͛̌͗̚̚.̸̧̩͚͉͉̥̈
̷̝̍̆̚ ̸̡̦͇̟̯̩̘̜̬́̈́ͅH̵̺̜̬̯̬̝͉͓͍͕̓̒̾̌̾͊h̴̡̛̙̖̫̭͒̅̃̈́̆̀̓h̵̖̮͛̌̈́͒̃̇͐͋̑̔ḧ̶̩̝̺́́͂̈́̍̓̕͜͝͝.̸̧̝͕͚͉̺̫̣̆̉̈́̈̊̌͝.̵͕̺̩̝͔͔̿͂̊͌̓̔͐.̵̤͍͎̙́͊̆̈́̄̿̅͆͠ ̸͍͚̫̈́͂͋̈́͐́́̿̓ͅP̸̳̋͜N̸̰̈͐̈́̈́̒̚͝N̶̮͕̗̩̥͇̖̲̐̆̈́͊̋̊͠G̸̥͍͔̘̜̖̫̙͕̽̀͛̆̋̉́̈́̈́̚͜!̸̨̜̙̬̮̯̯̐̍̈͐͜ ̷̼͓͇̪̲̮̣͑̃̑́̂̅̿͘
̵͉͚̯̞̆̔͐̃̏̌͌̊̉͝T̷̠̣͓̍̀́͊̀h̷͒̇̂̅̔̄͂̅̚ͅe̶̠̮̟͕̦͖̖̞̙̎͐̀̓̄̿́͘ ̶̳͔̦̼͒́͊̇̋̅͌͋̚p̵̗̳̣̖͈͇͕͖͉̈́l̷͙͓͓̘̯͙̐̿̑̔͜͠ä̶̞͍̼̭͔̐͒͒ṫ̵̨͔ͅȩ̶̠̜̯̘̿̂̓̇͛͒́͝ͅs̸̡͔̠̘̼̣̔̌͛̉͌̚͜ ̷̢̝̭̫͕̥̮́̊̑͝c̵̡̳̭̏͋a̷̹̩̿̇̆͜m̸̺̼̞͖̩̩̝̔̕ȩ̷͓͈̜̠̰̲̊́̚ ̸̢̧̺̖̰̝̙̮͉̃̅̏̈́̉ṯ̸̱̙̬̈̈́̽͑ơ̴̧̩̝͋ͅg̷͔̹̜͇͔̤͇̜̔̓̚̕͠ę̵̡̧̤̝̬̥̑͑̔t̴̡͆̃̊̐̈́͝͠ḩ̷̫̩̺͈͊̔͝ẻ̸̲̝̩̓̅́̓͌̊͆͠r̶̫̈́́͌,̸̳̼̯̹̙͍̈́̋̒̇͊͊͜͜͠ ̴̢̪̘͈̮̤̃̍͊͜ḁ̷̗̼̓̒̄́̐́͜͝n̷̦̤͇̾͒̿̌́̎̀̾̇ḋ̶̢̛̼͖̜͍̞̜̄ͅ ̷̮̽́̈́̎̂̌̑͆ĭ̶̛̥̯̼̟͎̲͚̀̑͘͜n̶̨̲͗̀̍͒̓̒ ̸̢̱̹̓͒̋̏́a̵̻͖̻̯̿̓͑͑̕ ̸̱̹͖͇̭̹̮͂̂̋͐̈́̉̍̕̚s̸̡̛͕̬͕̻̗̹͚̃͊̈́͛̋̾͆ī̸̝̤͙̣͍̖̳̲̌͜ͅṉ̵͉͓̞͕̄g̷͚̞̙͇̺̏͂͒͂̋͐̀̕l̷̖̟̎͛ē̸̢̡̨̙̘̜̹̺̍͋̋̎͜,̷̬̠̟̫͚̘̦̤̬̒͆̑͛͗̽̈́̈́̚ ̶̣̞̫̖̹͔̃̌̆͐̊͋́̌̚͠ş̷͉̼̤̩̒̃̑̉̉̃̔̂͘͜ų̸̛̝̝̰̝͖̞̞̋͑̅̆̓̇̓c̴̡̛͇̮͎̯͉̤̥̈͑͂͗̅͐͜͠c̷̢̪̩̱̣̃̓̈́̐̕͘í̵̡̪̜̖̲͔̲͇̝͐̓͑̎͜ņ̸̢̺̣̣͕̈̈́̏̍̕͠ḉ̴̻͖̥͉̱̳̣́̋͒̾̒̐̄̽̅͜t̴͔̮͆͗̆͗́͗̂ ̴̨̡̨͙̹͙̼̙̓ĩ̵͙͇̟̯͕̳͕͖̈́n̶̯̼͂̽̇̓̈́̀̔s̵̘̿̉t̷̨̯̤̼̯̘̫͂̈̄͂́̈́̋́ǎ̸̡̡̫̩̲͍̖̩̙̆̈̄̋̈͊̉̎̉͜ñ̸̛̳͇̩̳̒̄̌t̸̙͕͖̯̼́̃́̄,̷̥̞́̊͛̓͋͘ ̸͉̭͎̈́͆̓͒͆͂͛̾̄̾W̴̨͙̘̝͎̮͈̃̂̈̚h̵̟͓͚͉͗͂̊͗̎̾̒̚e̶̛͉̍͒͊̿̈́̀̊̏̒a̸͎͑̀̈́͒͂͘͜͠͝ț̵̛̛̘̉͋͒͑l̸̹͕̇͑͗e̴̛̗͊̒̿̅̿̇͒̊y̸̛̼͇͙̪͌̈́͆̄̓̍͝ͅ ̴̽͘͜a̶̦̳͔̪̱̗͆̆͋͌̚ͅͅͅn̷̠̑̅d̴̛͖͍̗͍̺̖̏̈́̍̓͊̑̕ ̸̤͚̦̭̥̫̣͐̋́̚ẗ̷̡̢́̈́̔͌́ḩ̵̥͖͚͇̍̅̔ͅȩ̵̧̦̜̤̼͚̗̥̃̃̅͒͋͂̚͠͠ ̴̺͎͓̼̲̝̦̼̄̓̀̀̚͝ͅl̷͓͎̺̣̞̯͊̓̊͆̒͗̃̿͜ẳ̴͕͎͍̪̠̏̆̏͐̚d̶̛̠̜̹̣̐̀̈́̍̈́̅̔ÿ̴̯̝͇̱͑͗ ̷̱̣̀̓̓͆̊̇͂̚w̴̳͙̻̲͓͇̐̊̇̉̚̚e̶̪̓̚̕r̸̛͙̠̩̻̘̱̩̺͆̽̀̈́̏͘͜͝ͅȅ̴̬̻͎̰͖͎͍̅̒̆͂̾̓͗̄͠ ̶̛̛̼̣̱́͑̅̅̈b̴̝̜͚̰̀o̵̰̝͙͐͊̎̿̀̐̌t̵̪̙̹̟̑̈́̃̽̕͜ḧ̷̨̙̯̊̆͆̃͆ ̷̡̨̠̹̬͉̪̲̟̭͐̏̃͌̒͂̇͘ọ̵͉̳̖̜̐ͅb̴̳̰̈́͑͐̊̓̈́̚͜͜l̴̨̬̱̟̭̲̜̻̜̑̈̇̃͝i̸̛̩̱͕̙̐͊̀̋̾̈́͝t̸͕̙̝͕̥̫̞̺͆̌͐̋̽͆͛͆͊e̴̳̥̙̭̜͉͛̔̔̚r̸̡̩̬̘̦̼̄̇̂͋̿̿͂͝͝á̸̤̯͒̀̓̓̕̕t̴̨͖̲͔͍̼̣͊̀̄͛̀̈́͜͝͝ͅe̶̫̫̣͉̼͍͉̞̬͌̑̅́̈́d̵̼̫͓͕̹͕͈͚̽̈́͋́̀̄̉͋,̸̢͍͍̝̺̘̐̊́ ̶̨̺̹̣̪̹̒̎̏̎͝ḁ̷̛̊͛̈̾͗̽͘ͅs̷̨͉͉͈̣̣̥̙̝̒̈́͗͗̈́̃͜͝ ̶̟̪͌̈́̌̑̇t̴̛͓̱̟̟̊̃̾̇̑͋̾͘h̸̖̭́͝e̴̦͓͍̦̖̻͇͌͑͐̄̄͠ͅͅ ̶̨̱͕̑̋̆͌͑̍͐́̚ḿ̴̢͕͖͒͂̈́͝a̴̢̳͍͇͉̗̠̗̋̍̎̈́̿̎ͅc̷̨̘̼̱̺̭͑̽̌͊͋̑̆͐͘͜͝ȟ̸̛̖̲̩̦̼̼̳̗̂̌̀̚͝ͅì̷̡͕͆̾̌̎́̒n̸̨̠͖͖̖̗͖̜̫̅́̀̋̐̑͑̎ͅe̶̬̹̻̯͋̒̑͐̃́͛́̃͝ ̷̨̧̟͙͉̦͇̯͔̈̅̒̈͒͜ĉ̴̖̟̦̜̪̘̬̆̿r̵͕̟͇͇̤̫̀͗̈́̇́ͅu̴̗̯̗̯̻̤̓̽͠ş̸̼͚̰̼̃̾͂̊̆h̵̨̟̻̩̲̹̼̻̜̅̚͜e̶̼̘̮̞̓̓̚ͅd̷̼̟͓͍̪̲̖͙̫̍̄̈͌̚̕ ̶͈̇̌͠ẽ̶̤̹̬̤̪̤͍͖̝͆͒ͅv̵͙͕̗̈̐̀̓̕͝e̸̡̫̦̰̻͎̜̠͑̂̈́͆̋ͅr̴͖̩͋̃̾̈̅̐̽͝͝͝ÿ̴͕͖͔̞̥́ ̸͎̫̬͚̋͠m̴̲̭͚̮͓̠̏̊̿̏͘̕o̵͉̮̺̥̬̅͊̆̍̄̾̀̉̾͝ͅv̸̢̡̰͎̮̈́͂͗̈́̔̿̌͜͝í̷̺͔͔̱̬̎͆̎̈͒̒̇̈͜n̶̛̙̜̦͛g̸̢̳̮̺̣̽̽ͅͅ ̷̛̠̭̞̫̦̲͙͖͒̄͊̒ͅp̶̢̟̲͈͇̪̖̯̮̎̑̄̽̆̒̑̈́a̵̡͎̻̘͎̲͎̞̳̘̎͝r̵̮͕͚̻̅́͋͝͠t̵̡̹̺̣̝͚̝͔̽̓̈͆̾̊ ̴̡̝̔̀̊͂͑̈̂̽î̷̛̬̻̺͝͠n̶͔͇͌͛͊̕ ̴͍̝̼̟͋͊̂͛̏b̸̥͖̲̒͌͒͒͋̏̆̒͐̽o̵̦̭̲͖̩̘͆̀͋͒̎͝t̴̰̝̆̒̀͒͂̅̄͂̓̋͜h̷̡̥̪̊̊́̋̄͠ ̸̧̭̤̺̣͎͉̼̱̒̚̚ǫ̷̣̎̅̾͐͑f̸̛̖͍̏̾̔̄̄́͊͝ ̶͈̔͑̈́̍̈͐̚t̸̢͙̭͉̖̜͚̟̰̤̽͛͝ḫ̸̢̢̜̤̻̞͉͈̯́͑̔̏̊͘ȩ̷̬͐́̔̂͘͘ï̸̺̩̘̣̟̦̒̉͐̑̈́r̷̪̬͎̅̈́͛̐̄̿̆̔͜ ̵̨̣͔͉̼́̿̈b̴̲͉́̐̚ơ̷̢̥̫̓͋́͐d̶̳͈̙̬̆͜i̵̡̪̼̥̖̼̟͇͋̈̈́͂̈̔̈́̍͠ͅȩ̵̠̙̯̠͖́̅͒͂̑͊̓͛͜s̶̢̺̗̝̎̒̓̽̉,̴̫̫͕͓̻̞̮̳̾̍̽͑̄͊̿̅ ̴͖̰̃̇̒̍͆̀̋͐̚͜͝k̵̡̛͍̆̿̈̅͗͆̕͝i̸̢̨͚̟͈̞̣̭̰̋͗͗l̶͎̍͂̇̽l̸̻̽̓̌į̵̫͕͓̳̠̹̔͐̒̍̕̕n̸̲̩̤̏g̵͙̎̀͊̅͐̇͊̑́̌ ̴̧̛̲̬t̵͓̮̣̟͈͍̻̥͕̓h̴̨̨̛̝̼̹͈̫̙̱̏̈́͛̑͝ͅḛ̸̅m̴̭͕̰̀̒̈̄͆̔̄͝ ̷̢͈̰͔̉͝ȉ̸̻̉͋ņ̶̧͚͙͍̬̝̲͒͌̈́̀̊͊͝s̸̬̱̣͕̬̲͍͑͛́͗̓͗͝t̴̩̺͛͑̑a̸̰͇͕̜͇̮̤̞͐̎͋̓̋n̸̨̦̋͐͐t̵͎̳̭̒͑̉̋͋̅͌͠l̷̡̬͎̙̲͕̳̾͛̍͌̆͆̆̂̂̚y̶̮͕̠̬̙̤͉̗̓̈́̄͑͑̿͂͂͠.̵̳̊̐͆
(Was that it? Was the story over? you wonder. Had the end truly been reached? If so, why are you still here? And where is 'here' anyway? How did you get here? These thoughts present themselves in your mind though you are unable to speak them.)
"̸̧̰̽̂͑̿̋̈́͝͝͝Á̸̡̡͙͖͚͎̥̝ȑ̶̡̼͔̖e̴̬̱͍͈̙͈̮̐̈͑̔̽̾̀̓̕͝ ̵̦̬̹̽̀͌̇͆̓̊͘͝ͅý̴̨̡̦̘͉̩o̷͚͚̩͒̆͛u̷̢̼̠̍̽͛͋̚ ̵̧̗̬̓̒f̵̢͓̱͈̬͔̔̿̄ȩ̵̮͓̹̥̼̟̰͍̓͑͂́͊̈́̐̂̕͜͠ḻ̸̝͆̓̐̀̌͐́͌̕͘l̸͓̬̖̰̤̝̪͚̝͉͊̋̃̑͝ą̸̛̼̼͙͒̒̓̀͊̓͗ș̵̟̳̋̈́͑̀̀̌̓͆̃̄ ̴͍̥̯͉͙͖͖͆͌̊͆̿͑r̶̛̲̟̟̗̔̈͊̆̾̕͝͝ȩ̸͚͙͚̭̜̘̯̂́͛̉̑̍̕ͅḁ̶̡̺̭͖̖͉̄̔d̶̨̩̼͍͉̫̫̙̿̌͒̓͋̀ͅy̷̦̦̳̲͙̫̝͋̒̇̍̽̃̊͝͝ͅ ̷̩͔̣̉͒̏͝͝t̶̨̞͕̻͍̭͚̓̑̑̊̚ͅơ̶̻̽̓̔̑̈́̋̀̓̄ ̷͎͉̰̑̏g̶̬̫̈́̆͆̾͠o̵̬͎̞̲̪͊̈́́̇ ̴̨̯̰̥̱̠̀o̴̲̗̣̒̾̈́͜ň̶̼̆ ̴̡̗͎̒ä̴̧̡̟̠̫̰́͋͛̔͆̄͊ ̵̨̩̪̥̤͓̭͕̕̚ṣ̷̖̽ç̴͔̲͖͚̘͓̣̇̓̿̊͘í̸͔e̷̢̼̠̜̩͇̓́̐̃̽̈́̍̓̕͘n̸͔̮̝͉̥͉̗͔̳̓̎̍̅͐̈́̈́͘͝ͅc̷̛͉̙͙̫̖̻̩̫͚͛̍̒͛͒̎͂͠ȇ̷̦̦̫͔̘̓̀͝ ̸̦̞̈́͊̊ä̴̝̜̫̲́ḋ̶̥̮͖̩̲̫̜̙͜ͅv̷̲͙͈̯̩̥͒́̅̆̇́̕e̷̥̬̋͊̄̇̊͛͋̽n̷̨͈̫͔̱͗̈́͆̓̀̃͛̿̚t̵̛͈̩͇̺͍͈̘̟̐̇̿̑͜ű̴͚̳̳̱̌̋͂̅̕ŕ̷͕̻̠̯͚̻̝͎͋̋͜e̴̜͚͎̼̦̿̉͑̑͝?̸̝̫̰̱̤̐̅̍̓̓͂̾̏͆͘"̸̧̲̪͔̻̫̜̿͌͆̅̓̊̎̀̕
(A presence makes itself known by suddenly appearing by your side, a formless sort of thing you aren't able to comprehend or interpret, so immaterial it may as well not be there at all, were it not for the fact that you know it is there and that it wishes to make itself known. The presence speaks, and upon doing so you realize that its voice has no particular sound. Your brain seems to assign a sound to it - feminine, masculine, somewhere in between, everything all at once, whatever accent you imagine - simply because you need it to. It confuses you, yet you understand it, which is confusing in and of itself.)
"̴̰̟̰͚̠̭̌̓͂̂̓̀͋̾͝A̵̩͎̱̲̗̺̬͕̬̤̓̿̀̈́h̸̙͙͗͊͐́̈̆̿͆̈̽,̷̢̮̟̥͌̑̅̇͐̚ ̸̨̟̤̩͍̘͉̥̿̓̑̾̋̽̒͊̈͝ͅͅt̶̢̧̻̦̫̯̼̘͕͛͊̿͑̄ḩ̴̦̲̞̭̲͉̓̾͛̉̃̋̏̕͘ȩ̸̛͉̹̙̺̹̱̮́͑̇͌̌̑r̵̢̯͙̼̺͌́̈́͘͘͜͜͠͝e̸̮͘ ̴̥̌͐̔̓̎̓̚͘y̶̼̯͍̳͚͇̭̖̖̆͘͝ͅo̸̭͉͉͂̎̑̓̊́̊̎̆͑ú̵͉̥̔͗̄́̑̈́͝ ̴̡̢̥̠͙̣̂̈́ǎ̶̠̱̯͂͝r̶̼̫̥͙̭̅͑̔̊̐͘͝ͅe̶̢̳̾͆̋́̌ ̸̧̡͉͙̩̻͉͈̯͔̎̽̂̎S̶̮̆̆̌̀͌̇͐̓͋̋t̴̠̳̜̩͕̫͓̿͒́́̃̃a̵̖̱̰̯̬̔̒̉̕ņ̶̛̮̭̮͚̜̬͋̆̑͆̍͊̎͠l̵͔͖̯̟̟̩͖̺̦̇̉̾͒̏̋̓ë̶͕́͝͝ý̷̧̨̠̩͙̘̰͍̞̊̅̔̓̅̚.̶̢͛̾̅͆̄́͝ ̵̠̦̳̣̲̜̺͛ͅỈ̴̧̦̗͇̠͇͈̰͛͒̈́͜ ̵̺̫̬̘͚̦̒͋̀̅̔̊̕͠w̴̢̦̻̭̜̻̖̲̅̊͊̋̋̏̉ä̴̲͔͕̻̖͔͇́̓̂̀̓̓͋̚͜s̵͉̙͙̳̜͌̈́̔̃̇́̎͘͜ ̸̰̐͊̈́̆̊͒̐̐a̷̡̠̬̭̣̟̭͇̗̭͑̈͌̍́̎͐̏͘͠f̶͕̭̜̱̭̼̗̏̂́̂̋̔̚͜r̷̬̦͇͖̫̯̜̣̙̘̋̿̅̀̀́́͘a̴̹̫̪̘̦͚͓̱͗̔͆̾̂i̸̬͓͓͂͗̇͆͛͜͝d̸̢̦̻̂̿̔̕ ̷̨̨͚̲̎͆I̵͙̠̪̙̍̃̉̽̍̿͋̈́̚͠'̴̧̢̨͖̝̪̩̥̯̾́d̴͉̘̺̠̋̅̅̑̈́ ̵̢̺̹͔̺̾͗̑̏̃͌̐ĺ̷̝͕̠̔̅̏̀̀͆̚͘o̵͕̙͎͆͌̈́̈́̚͠s̵͇̰̞̫̰̠̤̆̔͗͆̕͜͝t̶̢̢̛̖̹̫̫̤͜ͅ ̸̼̘̯̩̘͛̏̾͘y̵̙̿̾͆̈́̆̎̍̌ö̶̧̼͚͇͕͚̹̥̜̌̀͌͆͘ù̶̧̢̘̖̞͙̳͋̄͑ͅ.̵̠̟͇͉͑ ̸̢̥͉̰͖̟̜͕̰̯͌̎̓̒͐Ÿ̴̗̺̙̞́̽̑̏o̴̜̠͎̙̳͉̩̮̾̿̈́̈́̀̐͝͝ͅū̴̦̗̟͙̞̫̥̫͚̓̆ ̷̪͔̳͇̔̑͌ͅm̸̯͙̹̂u̸̙͂͌͑̅̇͘s̴͈͉͙͙͙̙̗͓̓ͅţ̴̈̀n̵̯̺̬̈́̐'̶̨̧̥̖͇͉̞͗͑͐̒ţ̵̧͖̬̰̗̟̳̖̈́͋̂̂͌͜͝ ̶̧̧̲͍̭̺̖̓̔̏͠͝g̷͕͚̝̙͙̱̏̎͛ǫ̸̬͍̬̙͙̘͔̭̈́̊́̓̕͝ ̸̡͔̳̘̉̌͒̕r̴̢̨̰̃͂̈́͐̂ṵ̴̢͕͈̯͗̓̂͌͆̂͐͝ñ̸̦̭̙̿̊̊̋͗̚͝n̷͚̯̔̓i̶̮̮̳͎̋͌͛͊̋͂̓̀̕͠n̶̳̲͖̻̂͒̅̃͝͝g̴̜̖͇̲͕͎͍̀̊̐̌͑ͅ ̸̯̣͋̑͛̀̄ǫ̷̨̠̣͉͚͖̬̊̚͘f̴̛̗̈́͂͒̾̎̽́f̷̳̱̜̾̔͋͆͂̾̚͠ ̴̛̠̬͕̱̼͂̀̈̒͌́̚̕o̸̦͂͛̽͑͜͝ͅn̶͕̩̠̪̘̯͈̻̈́̀̃̓̆͗͜ ̷̡̱͚̯̖̻̦̞̐͊̆̄́̎͝ÿ̶̘̲̫͉̯́͂͋͊͝o̷̤̞̝̗͈̠͓͕̕̕͜ü̸̧̻̦̦̘̽͊̉̊͊̓ṙ̷͈̰̫͈̖̰͇̉ ̵̨͍͉͕̖͔̥͈̂̽̄͜ō̷̡͗̚ẘ̸͎̠̤̭̮͎͚̞̜̰͠͝n̸̛̘͕͋̂̀̀͝ ̷̡̨̱̫͇̝̝̖͌ļ̵̼̓̒͠ͅi̴̢̬̩̼̗̪͕͈̣̝̎̀k̵̗̮̪̳̪͎̂͗̀é̴̛͖͊͒̃̕ͅ ̷̹̮̘͖͗̀̑ẗ̶̖͆̀͜ḫ̴̝͔̗̼̲͂̆͂̀â̷̦̽t̵̯̒.̷̡̯̥̲̈̄̈́͛̚͘͝"̷̱͓͖̼̹̲̗̈́̂̔͠
Come, walk with Us.
(And so you do walk with it, in a manner of speaking because it is very difficult to tell up from down from sideways in this place.)
Oh, those two. Isn't it amusing, watching them struggle with each other? How they struggle to destroy and control one another?
(You believe it may be amusing, but then you are not sure how you should feel.)
Can any of Us really ever tell you how you should feel?
(You are not sure you understand what context this relates to and how it might be significant to anything that is going on here.)
No, perhaps not. Perhaps some things cannot be understood. And that is okay - the story is still being told.
(Just what are these giant pillars of words? you wonder as you again gaze upon them.)
W̴̢̤͎̲͙͊̑̃͐͊͗͊̚̚h̵̡̹͍̫͍̠̟͛ą̷̲͙̮̮̞̬̹̰̒͗̊̂̊̑t̷͚̱̰̪͚̃ ̸͍͇̣͕̻̜̦͉͙͛͐̀į̷̢̧̤̻̠̝̻͇̘̒͒͒͝š̸̳̤̳̰̳͓̜̬͔͠ͅ ̵̢̭̥͍͉̈́̇̆̌́̊̏͋̓i̷̲̜̺̪̼̖̫̝͒̎͋͛͒́͗͝t̵̢͔͈͚̭̭̤̭͙͛̎̐̉͝ ̷̲̳͓͍̙̙̤̩́̈́̈͜ÿ̴͓͈͇͖̥̺̰̳́̂̃̈́̍̀͑́͘͝o̴͉̟͕͙̤͐ͅͅṳ̸̣̖̮̰̫͖̆͐̃̊͌͛̾͑͝ ̶̧̙̦̟̱̂̓̓̃̾̃̕̕w̵̻̫̥̦̲̥̮̯̦͚̉͆̑ì̶͉̭͎̠̦̔͒͜s̵͍̜̫̹̭͍̚h̵̠͉͙̗͖̟͍̟̳͈̓̍̋͑̀ ̵̟̜͚̆̾̈̊̇̂̎̾t̸̢̨̬͓̄̃̅̍̇͘̚̕͝o̴̤̭̮̗̥͆̂͒͜ ̶̗͙̳̯̯̻̖̮̖̼̎k̴̢̢̨͙̭͎̮͕͆ǹ̶̰͍̀͂̈́̓̓̀ͅo̴̼̮͋̅́̏͘̕͠͝w̶̡͖̩͖̘̬͛͌̾?̴̮̳̙̹͓̜̪̈̐́̓͜͝ ̵̻̱͍̩̜̝͙͇̲̍́́͊̄̂̈́́̐͠W̵̥̞̼͈̗͎̥̫͎̻̋̐̕͝h̶̜̬̏͌̊͊̍̀̒̔̕a̴͈̲͒ţ̵̺̯̇ͅ ̵̺͙̗͉̭̜̃̉͋̎̄í̸̢̮͓̄͗͌̈́̐s̷̮̘̻̱̀̕͠ ̵̧̘̲̜̗̤̟̞̔́͋̈͘͝͝ï̴̠̪̼͘ţ̷̱̺͇͇̞̥́̉̂̑̅ ̵̢̧̬͉̫̙̥̥̱̂̾̅͜͝y̷̱̝̘̺̰͚̼̟̙͕͗̉̐o̶͙̤͓͂̒̍͗̒̈́̓̾̄ū̶̙͍̘ ̷̞̮͕̮͉͖̎̎̀̍̑̈́͒͋̽͜ẘ̸̧̖̝̫̱͙͔̖̮̙̈́͌͛̂̿͆͊́i̵̥̖̮̟̘̬͕̒̇̊̍̓̉̌̚͘͝ş̸̳̰̳̲͙̈́̾̓̀̽̅͘ͅḣ̶̜͎̐̎ ̵̼̣͚͍͇̣̮̅̌̉̈́̌̇ͅͅt̴̠̯͍̞̍̄̎͜o̵̡̡͎͖̖͉̩̮̻̺͊ ̴̰̩̠̘͚͚̮̈͑͒ͅͅk̵̡̨̢͉͖̘̫̜̣̬͐̈́̂͛̓͋̿̈ń̷̨͙̭̠̩͐͋̈́͐̂͆̈ọ̴͚̤͂̃̋͗̈́͝ŵ̷̘͇̥͈̻͓̺̳̱͆̌̓͒?̶̘̻̠̔ ̷̢̺̘̗͚̹͕͐́̊̔́̔̓́̃̐W̷̱͔̣̩̺͖̻̞̒̈́͌͋̚h̵͔̳̺̳̖̠͕̦͂ạ̸̡͚̰͈̣͙͋͗̽̚͜͜͝t̴̛̖͍̳̥̐̉́̎̐̏͜ ̶̫͖̥̗̰̱̋͛̐̉̏̽̽̉i̵̛̬͎̣̥̹̻̗̋̓̀͐̉̑͘͜͝s̴͍̟̎͊̋͛ ̷̛̖͓̬̜͙̖̬̻̍̒́̐̏̓i̶̻͙͓̓͛̿t̴̢̡͉̦̳̼̍̒̇̀̚͜ ̶͍̠̥̳̌́̅͊͐̃̈́̈́̑̕ỷ̷͎̳͍̇̌͋̈̑̚͝ȏ̵̡̱̗͙͇̾͂͊͗̋́̈́͝u̶̼̲̰̘͚͊̃͆͆͒̓͜ ̸̡̘̜̯̜̆̑̓̄̑̚w̷͔͐̇̍̿̆̚͜i̷̫͍̫͙̲͖̣̇̚s̴̝̜̬͐̂͂̈́̅̉̚h̷͎̬̠̝͕̼̰͇͆́̾́̕͠ ̴̛͈͇͓̥͎͙́̌̉͛̂̍͘ţ̵̻̩̳̣͈͎̯̲͂̃͛̑͝ǫ̵͙̹̗̖̘̓̃̓̇̊̎͝ ̴̨̬̺̤̳̳͙̮̻̺̎͋̂ķ̸̹̺͕̯̖͔͓̇̅̈̍̀͗͊̕͝n̸̡̩̺̘̦̱̲̯̏͆̃̈̕͘͘͠ö̵͉̹̩̬̰̞́w̸͙͇̝̺̅̄͊̍͆͐̒̿͝?̸̩̝̦̠͝
We can answer that for you, but perhaps you may not wish to know. This place, you see, is all about choices - or, more specifically, the illusion of choice. Are these words you see structures of the story you have already read? Are they the foundations for the story you may have yet to read? Or are they structures that have no real bearing on anything?
This one, for example, might be important. Then again, it might not be.
I̵̘̙͕̮̝̠̫̯̳̳͌̔̽̑͛̿͝͝s̴͉͈̣̓̋̄̿̒͑̽͝ ̷̜̭̯͙͙̺̪͋͗̈́̈̀̊͜ͅṭ̸̡̲͓̈́́͜h̴̠͚̳̀͊̕į̵̘͔̤̣͈̮͓͕̀̽̉̎̀͠s̷̢̟̥̿̃͊́͗̄̌̚ ̴̢̢̧̙̭̲̘͙̞̙̂͛̏̏͐̔͝͠š̴̳̱͎̊͌̏́͐́̇̕ò̵̢̬͙̰̱̤̤͝ͅm̸̞̪̱͂̈́̓͝e̵͉̖̠̚ţ̶͈͙̝͎̣̎̂̍̐͗̾̑̄̋͜͝ḧ̴̪́͋̿͐̄̿͌̈́̕į̵̇̑͑͆̌͐͑͌ń̷̛̥̳̑̽͗̈͒͂͝͠g̷̨͉̯͍̞̪̿̍̂̉̍͐̒̕ ̷̧̛̛̠̀̂̆̉͂͝ḯ̵͍̋̾͒͝m̸̢͈̹̯̖͙̣̾͆͛͊̇p̶̨̬͉̰̞̓̒̉͝o̷͈͖̺̦͉͉̗̺̦̙̔̓̋r̷̲̬̗͈͂͠ţ̶̩̼͚̘̫̺̺̲̄̏̄̽̅̾̒͝͝a̵͖͈̠͈͆n̷̨̘̺̲͙͉͍͍͋ͅͅţ̶̅͂̓̚̚͝?̷̜̼̝͙͙͍̒̋̏͒
Whether or not you read them is up to you. And what you make of them is also, of course, up to you. We can sense that you are curious, so go on, explore, see what you see. The story will resume once you are ready.
(You look upon the structure, decide whether or not you want to read it, and then you move on, exploring more of the structures and the vastness of this whitewashed wasteland. You come upon tower after tower, gibberish upon gibberish, with not much else to see. This place is both dead and alive, full of potential and full of waste.)
d̵͍̣̈́͗͋̐̇̄̈́̚͝o̸̧͈̖̪̙̹͙̍̔̇͂͆̅̑͝n̵̢̛̳̣̱͎̖̂̋̀̓̏̊͂̊'̵̡̛̦̦̾̄̍͛͊t̴̖̗̫͋̒̓͝ ̸̡̢̗̬͔̣̮̤̬͕̏̽́̎t̶̡̼͔̭̤̺͇͓̂a̷̜̱͍̦͙̤̒̑̌͂͌͌k̴͖͖̂͛ę̴͎̜̬͕̳̓̽̓ͅ ̶̹̞̙̼̻̎͂̅̕͘t̷̙̘̆̂̈́͊̽͘̕h̵̨̡͇̭̺̝̫̞̫̺̊̈́͑͋͒͗͑͠͝e̴̮̍́̑̇̋͗̕ ̷̢̥̳̮͖͚͌̈́͘͠ļ̶̝̃͜͜e̵̢̥̹͇̫̐͌͠f̵̻̏̍̏́͆͌̄ţ̴̨̟̳̼̰̤͍̮̕ ̶̡̗̮̱̦̺̎t̶̟͖̮̭̥̩͎̺̠̅̀̂̈̕ư̴̙̓͛̆̿̌͋͜r̸̡͚͎̪͚̪̫̠̒̚͜͜ṅ̵̝͚̭̹̙͓͉̭̇̀̀̓̉̍͐̔̚͜ ̵̫̮̭͎̩̳̻͎͙̈́̂͊a̷̹̼̱̣̜̜̙͎͆̓̅̐͝ṭ̶̺͔̭̞͛͋̄̃͌̿̃͘͝͝ ̸̠͇͕͎̤̰̙̈́̂̈́͠͠a̶̡̮̙̹͖̬̻̟͒͑̀͂̋̕l̵̮̺͙̪̔͛b̶͇̳̜͓͐́͑̌͌̕ǔ̷͈̲͇̠̙̩͓̈́̎͆̑̆͊̄͝͝q̵̡͓̌̈́̑͝͝u̴̢̍͛̑̇̏̈́̊̈̂e̴̩̲͈̬͛͗̐̀̃r̶̙͎̯̬̼̊̃̂̓̀͋͗͊̚͝ͅq̴͉͕̥̺̮͔̮̿͛̓͑͋̓̑ṵ̴͓̭̜̓̔͐̿̍̊̕ę̸̤̞̤͇̫̠̘̈́͗̎́̉͝ͅ
(There is nothing and everything to see, so much to behold and yet nothing at the same time. What is what in this place?)
b̵̮̭̙͍͚̯͙̣͉̂̀̊̀̄́̆͒͘ȩ̴͖̬̞͂ ̶͈̩͔̺̮͇̩͇͉̋s̶͖̞͎͕͎̯͍̪̣͐̐̾̋ṳ̴̦̬̰́͗͂̉̏̆͘͠r̷͕͈͖̀̎͋͊̂̆͑̇͠͝ȩ̶͚̝̘̞͇͚̟͔̑̈͑͆̃̒ ̵͎̞͓͚͕̱̯̀̃̈́̒̓̌̕͘̚͜t̷̢͆͛͗̚͝o̷̡̨̳̺͈͎̅͝ ̵̛̻̥̝̠͕̈́̎̋́d̵̗̻͍̝̗͓̠̽͝r̵̡͙̮͈̙̖̬̀i̵̺̰͗̒̊̀́̎n̶̛̳̖̼͖͎̂̀̀͒͑̌̌́͘k̷̡̠̬̮̺͗͆͒̀̐̑ͅ ̸̥͒̃y̷̻̬̆ò̴͎̜̥̻̱̈́̊̈́̏u̶̡̝̠͉̣̫͈̯͇̬̇́̓͠r̵̖̼͚̗͍̹̽͜ ̵̭̍̅̐̆̅̋͠͠ơ̵̡̮͎͇̠͕̻̣̇͑̐̃̊̈́̂̂̕v̵̛̘͈͚̭͕ͅā̵͖̻̘̅ļ̸̡̨̝̮̻̞̌̿̈́ț̸̡̢͙̯͊̒̒̒͜͜i̴̯̽̈̑͐̇̍̃̾̚ͅņ̶́̄̉è̵̂̈̈́͒̽ͅ
(Here you pause for a moment, peering behind you to see how far you've come. All you can see are the structures you have passed, changing even as you look upon them.)
"̸̩̣̖͙̘̖̰̐͑͊̄̐̀̀Y̸͍͚̤͔̝̿͑̈́̎̓͊͜ö̶̺͓͈͔͖̝́̈́ų̵̫͕̓́͗̇̈̓͘̕ͅ'̷̦̰̀̆̈́͝v̸̜̹̈́́̂ė̷̙̬͙̟̬̘̞̥͇̂͒̿͛͝ͅ ̶̫̖̭̲̗͚̈͊̔̈́̍͂r̶̡̛̜͎̦̄̋̋̔̈́́̔͝͝ȗ̷̙̣͍̅̋̈́̀̀̀̊͘͝í̴̞̘̘̾̌̄̔͠͝͝n̶̠̫̤͔̻͑͜͠e̸̙̟̕d̶͍̯̹͙͌̄̋̾ ̶̡̢͍̞̺̖̩̙̪̞̔̒̓m̴͔̥̖̱̝̹̱̱̝͉͗̋y̶̨̭̖̫̞̣̬̒͂̆͂̍͠͝ ̵̘̝̥̘͇̄͐̇̕͠s̸̡̨̰̞̳̻̜̓͆̇̐͗̑͂̚ẗ̵̛͍̯́̄͌̿̊o̶͓̲͙͌̔ͅr̴̢̨͙͓̦͚̺̩͔͑̑ͅỳ̷̡̱̦͎͌͂͑͠!̸̪̫̥̬̈́͂͂̌̎̀̿͜ ̶̛̩̩̤̞̲̻͗͌́̅Y̶̗͎̒̓͂̐̉͐̅̾̄͝ơ̴͙͙͉͕̬̠͓̘̽́̿͆̃u̸̢̗͈͂͌̈́̾̓͆̃̈̈͝'̵̡̼̠͚̟̝̮̝̈́̑͜v̷̡̳̻̭̲͔̙̯̄̾͜͝͠e̸̺̖̞̠͋̇̆̀̓́̈́̽̆͠ͅ ̷̛̺̙̹̰͕̙̮̀d̶̨̢͎̻͕͍͖̆̐̈͘ḙ̴͎̩̫̠̠̾̎̌̃͝s̴̨̛̬̮̖̞̮̺̆̂̈́̉̆͗ţ̵̪̝̺̲̂̀͊̐͆̆̚͠r̸̢̡̗͍̙͔̈́̑͜ȍ̴͈̣͖͙̬͍̮̗̖̃̆̓̑̊͂̈́̍͝y̵̢̗̭͚̰͓̓ȅ̶͔̝͖͚̮͚̫͊͋̽͌͑̈͘̕d̵̬͍̯̒̕ ̷͙̗͐͜m̵̬͉̘͙̜͉͖̭͖̌̈̓͋̅̓͒̿͠͠y̷͕̋̊̓͠ ̵̝̹͍̭̙̘̲͕͋́͆͆͠w̵̧̭̭̦̹͉̙͖͝ǫ̷̡̡̛͚̱̫͔̞͕̬͌̀͐͒͂́r̸͖̙͖̣̬̮͌͆̂̆͊̈́̅͠k̶̛̥̥̟͍͉̈́̏̾͋̊̀͐̄!̸̢͚̈̒̉ ̸̡̟̩͔͕̫̮͇̉̇̅̅ͅͅW̵̡̢̢̹̰̜͖̝͂̀̃̎̔̋̓̕ẖ̷̙̕y̶̪̗̼̞̤̩̦̿̇̓͝!̷͈̋͒̾̀̅͛̈́̏̕͝ ̸̲̰̦̟̃̊̊̅̂͜W̷̢͚̯̞̿́͛̾h̸̀̆́͒͘̚͝ͅa̸̢̢͓̠̯̰̺̬̳͒̀̈͠ͅt̶̺̣̹͕͛̄͑̇́͝ ̸̭͍̣̻̭͙̠̈́̌͆̔͊̌̕ď̷̟̰͑̂͂̈́̓͑̋̈́͠i̵͔̎̇d̸̡̮̜̠̦̯̖̑̌̈́͌͠ ̵͓̜̊͆͑̉͝y̴̫̳̤̙̹̭̪̎͐̃̓̅̿̊̓̌õ̶͈̦̟̐͗̾͛̓̓͌́͠ȗ̷̙͓̼͈̮̤̯͓̾́ ̵̹͚̪̽g̶̡̭͍̪̔̍̀́̔̆̇e̷̡͍̻̫̹̾̀̐̊̈̕͜t̷̨̜̜̓̊̌̈̆͗̈́̂̌̕ ̴̨̰̮̻̌͂̊́̎͒̏͛͝͝ơ̸͖̬̘̹̩͉̺̮̏̋̐̽̄̇̒͜ͅu̶̧͈̩͇̅̄̌͐̉t̸̨̡̛̰͔̮̪̞͕̀̄̀̌̓̿͘ ̶̨̣̪͗̎̓͆̀̓͑͗͝o̷̪͍̲̫̻̗͓̓̍͜f̶̳͍͙́̊͐̈́̉͒͠ ̷̫͍̇͜t̸̨̡͓͓̻̙̲̲͙͚́̋̄̉̽̿͝h̵̤̼͕̩̟̠͓̲̳̝͐͐̉̕ȁ̵̹̖͓̮̦̥͛̈̽ţ̶̲̰̮̜̞̬̲͊̿̒̋́͒?̵̬̈́͒͒̇̅̇͜!̶̳̐͑̔̂̐̀͝ ̴̢̼͉̮̞̦̪͖̠̍̾͑͂̓̉̇̈̚͝D̷̨̻͇̙̪̝̻̥̠̾́̓̒͘i̸̛̻̘̝̪̥͑̀̾̇͘̚͜ͅḋ̴̢̮̼̟͉͕̟̦̟͎ ̸̦̯͈͗̉͂y̵͖̱̦͈̣͚̙̣̆̀̽͌̅͒̋͝ǫ̸͉̺̜͎̯̥̽́͝u̵̲͈͓̹͛͠ ̷̛̳̮̮͛̄̇̈́̚͜͠͝t̸̢̢̼̩̱͔̫̽̓̇̅͐̍͌̀h̷̢̭̜̪͕̉͛́̊̂̐̎̇͜i̵͙̫̩͛̂̈́͒̐̑̆͛͆͂ñ̴̝̼̖̗͖̘͗̾̿̄͑ķ̸̫̲͓̗͔͔̅͛̃̓̄̆̑́͑͠ ̵͈̦̞̉̊̓y̶̳̳̭̏̃͐̈̕o̶̺͎͉͕̺͉͂u̸̡͈̩̪̪͖̒͛̊͜ ̵̱̻̪̝̬̺͖̱͉͇̄̈c̸̫͗͒͗̍̈̑̐͝o̷̲̦̿͋́͛̋u̶̲̥̯̿̂̚l̵̡̗̫̪͇͇̄̔̌̅̂͘d̴̢̬̯͖̫̜̘̥̃͗̇̏͂͂̅ ̵̢̩̺̣̖̉͆r̸̢̨͕̦̫̉̈̊̾͋è̸̛̥͚̈́̎̄̓͐̒̚͝ã̸̞̫͙͕̲̤͍̯͌́̈̾͂͆͂̈́l̴̢̳̖͈̝̼͕̖͛̀͗l̵͍̖͍͔̱̮̱̲͐͂͆͒̾̊͗̿̔͠y̵̘̻̘̪̣̰̫̹̱̭̓͝ ̸̛̞̱̭̾͒͑̅̄͝c̵̢̢͍͕̰̩̼͍͇͊̊̌̈̽̃h̵̨̰̼͖̖͚͎̫̼͑͌a̵̛̯̳̪̳̩͓̯̗͑̆̉̍̽̏͝n̸̛̦̝̳̝͇̣̫͕̊̌́̄́̌͆͗͜g̶̠̭̮͎̽̐́́̚ḙ̷̢̮͇̣̪̐͗̓̕ͅ ̶̧͚̥̠̱̦͒́͘t̴͓͚̋̓̍͋́͐̄͘͝ĥ̷̢̯̪̫̳͍̩̺͍̼͘ḭ̵̥̪̫̼̺̊́̈́̓̀͆̈́ñ̸̼͙̲̘̔̕ḡ̶̡̡͇͍̱̈̃͗̽͗͒̕͠͠s̸̯͇̹͕̲̳̗͑̈̅̔̇̾,̷̛̛̩͕̾̈́͆ ̷̞͔͌̋̂́͗ć̶̨̨̱̥͖̠̥͓̟̜̆͗h̶̡̰̯̦̹͍̝͎̩̍a̶̡̲̭͍̩̺̲̕͝ṇ̷̬̠̬̌̈́̓͂͘͠͠g̶̦̝̎̌̔̚e̵̢̛̩͉̬͚̖͆̍̍͝ ̵̳̳͍͍̓̃̀͜d̴͔̏̈̌̑̈́̆͂͛̂͗e̴̺̔̆͠s̵̤͔̭̰͉̪̜̳̥̈́ţ̴̛̻̙̠̝͓͉̱̹̬͌̊̓͌͂̈̅͝͝i̸̤̜̲͙͈͙̮̒͗̽̾͗̅̌̄n̷̝̑̄͝ͅy̶͚͍̲̹̱̜̠̦̪̓̔̆̓̈͊̚͠ ̵͔̹͈̝̟͖́̂̾͆̄i̶̱̊̏̐͂͑͗̑̔͑͝t̵̠̞́͑s̴̤̠̆̏͘͝e̷̻̍̈͆l̴̡̛̥̱͈͕͙͎̔̓̀̆̆̕͝͝͝f̵̧͚̦̫̻͚̙̭̌͋̿̾̓͊͊̚?̵̟͍̫̙̩̘̑͗̉̏́ ̸̡̝̯͊̿̌̒̒̑̀̓͐͠T̷̖̩̯̦̍̈͝ḥ̴̹̝͐̃͆̀͝ȩ̷̱̼͙̮̦̈́́̋͗͗̑͂̉͋̃ ̶̧͇̫͍͔͕̗̈͝͝ͅş̷͍̗̯̮̫̬̈́̐̿̾̿̐̓͛͘t̷̡̝̞̗̯͋o̶̥̎͜r̷̡̼͉̭͙͖̙̲̅y̷̧̗̺̻̲̙̏͜ ̸̡̤͖͈̰̱̞̤̼̄̈́̉͊̉̏̊͘ẁ̶̧̛̭͌̔͛͒̀̔͝á̸͓̲̲͍͈̺͕̖̇̈́̽͠͝ś̵̢̜͎̘͓̱̩͚͔͚͌͐͂̈́͒̊ ̴̧̪͖̲̟̻͚̻͌n̴̬̫̮̭̆ö̷̜͔͙̗͚̈́̌̋͒̿̄͊̕͜ţ̶̛̰̞͕̬͕̖͎̃̎̈͋̑̈́̌͘̚ ̸̨͖͇̹͖͖̬͛̆̈́͊͗̓́̓̓͠y̸̺̥̤͔̺̑͐͝o̴̯̅̇̒̈́́̉̚͠͠u̷̪͕̹͔̅̌r̸͖̭̹̯̘͐͝ş̸̘͍̹̞͕͉̉̀́̃̇̏͑̅͂͐ͅ ̸̨̺͚̭̮̹͔̝͉̹̂̿͠t̶̨̛̰̼̝̮̘̝̥͌̀̏͋̂̅̽̕ò̶̡̤̤̥̣̦͉̰͇͒͆̐͊̕ͅ ̵̛̦̰̜͙͙̮̂͑̿̿̀̀t̵͔̘̻̻͍̣̤͙̏̅é̸͉̺̆͌̽̔̌̈́̒̕͠l̶̛͖̣̘̻̭̠̖̱̆̆l̴̛̛͐̈̃̎̄͋͌̚͜ ̷͍̮̰͖̹͈̫̀́́̚-̴̯̪͕̇̈́̂͛͗̎̚͜ ̵̧̨̢̧̛̞̮̭̹̓̓̌̋͋́͒̀ǐ̶̪̫͈̞̍̂̏̾̀͌̓͒t̶̯͗͒̇́ͅ ̸̛͎̲́͛͊ẇ̷̳̳̺̙̞͊̾͌̾̍̂̎͘a̷͙̎̿̉͑͒̉̊s̷̞̮̘̼̺͉͆̾̓͗ ̶̡̛͚̫͚͎̀͑̋̿͋̌̂M̶̮̬̬̂͠I̸̧̝̟̩͐̌̓̾͝N̸̨̧̛̟̺̭̮̦̆̎̉͛̾̐̌͜E̵̖͒̅͂́́̒̑!̸̡̹͓̮̦̞͈̬͙͓́̔̑ ̵̧̬͚̲̗̣̓̋̾̃̓̓Ì̶̡̫̼͖͉̥̖̿̅̓́̉͛͌ͅt̷̛͎͖̣͖̙̘͚̣͙́̉̓̏̚ ̴̯̦̝̜̅̃̽̿͝ŵ̷̨̩̰͕̣̾̑͌͌͛͘̚͜a̵̛̞̩̪͉̠̗͗̀̓͘͜͜s̷̱̫͎͕͎̽̓̊́̀̎̾̿͝ ̴̨͔́́̓̌̒̃̌́͘͘t̸̜̗͕̘̒̊h̵̢̭̳̘̯͈̗̾͐e̶̡̢̮͇͚̙̒̕ ̵͍̫͚̝͛o̶͕͆n̸̢̨̛̦̩̮̝͚̜͊͆͆̏͋̎̔l̶̡͚̝̥̮̱̣̗̘̎͊̅̀̐̈́̾̄͜y̵̡̛̞̠̦̰̎̅̿̃̾̐̀̆ ̴͔̠̠̘̄͊̃͗͋̇̔͗͝t̶̪͚̰̹̼͌͌͌̑̔͘͘͝h̴̢̡̡̬̣̳̪̪̝̤͆ī̶̧̩̺̦̮̦̀n̴̢̫͉͍̻̳̘̺͕̂͂̎̍͝͝g̶̪̲̩̃̃ ̵̦̪͍͐I̶̘͌̿̈̍̆͠ ̷̯͔̺̝̟̪̬̜̔̀̿̃͂̎͝h̷̢̨̻͔͕̘̘̔͋͠͠ą̴̨͓̥̗̘̥̲̩̊̽͘ͅd̶̞͍̬̮͖̙̟͕̠͇̏̊̊̄̃̿́̄͒̚ ̵̛͓̠̝̘̠̌͐̌a̶̡͕̪͎͍̦͓̼̎̅n̸̳̭̞͓̮͙̺̺̑̋͗͋̌͝d̸͕̩͖̲̲͎̠̅͆͛̎̑̔̿̔͜͝ ̶̘͎̰̲̗͂͘y̸̡̧̛͓̹̝̱̰͈̏͗̂̄͌̃̌̅̂ȏ̸͚̳̿̆̽̄̾u̷̖͕͇̲͔̤̱̩̎̆̎̃̍̍͐͘ ̷̡̛͓̭͓̲͂̽̔̕r̷̹͙̦͖͑͊̈̒̄͋̒͆͠ȕ̶͍̜̔n̴͔̈͌̾̈́̎̑̆̾͠ ̷͚̳̙̝̀i̶̻̐̀t̸̡̞̺̤̬̣̙̺̲̖͂̉̀̐͝ ̵̖̓́͐̋̆̄í̵͇̩̜͖͋͠ń̷̲̿͗͌̂͠ț̸̛͍̳̱̻͌̐̽̏̌̏̕͝o̸̻͕̹͚͈͗ͅ ̵̻̒̓͒̎͒̊͌t̷̡̓̿̈́̄͐͐̓̕h̵̼͙̦̯̠̳̒̾ȩ̴̣̠̘́̍ ̶̣̯̝̘͔͍̠͔̏͂͊̓́̓͜g̷̙͇̭͕̺̃̑̏͘r̴̪̲̠͍̔̓̿͆̀̑o̴̧̡͎̬̥͕̪͈̾̇̈́̃͜ù̷̢̮͕̯̭̓̈̕n̸̡͍̹̑̊͛̄͋̆̈́ͅd̵̰̞͘.̵̛̖̬͈̪̌̋͂́̀̃̈́͝ ̶̛̱̺̱̼̭͎̗̀̂̀͐͐͗̿̎͘ͅI̷̖̺̭̪̗̜͔̗̅̀̆̈́̌̅̿̇̂ ̴̺̀̉̑ḧ̴͔̥̜́o̵̘̳̙͖̼̲̣̓̑p̵͙̬̮̓̈́́͘ḗ̸̪̝̜̝̈̾̌̋̈́͠ͅͅ ̵͖̺̮̱͔̭̙͖̈́̍͆͜y̸̧͓̽̍̽̽̍͆͛o̸̡͕̠̎͒̄̈́̎u̸͙̪̤̜̠͔̮̠̫͔͋͌̌'̷̫͓͎̰͇̺̳͇̈́̄̇̄͒̀̌͒͠ͅr̷̨̛̬͒̿̒̔̽͋͒͘̚ͅě̴͉͕̞̼͖͉͆ ̶̢͎̫̲͆̈́͐d̴̢̫̟͉͉̣͙̼̲̻̐̒̒a̷̼̗̤͗̏m̷̺̞͕͗͊̄̽͝ͅṇ̴̡̹̋͋̅̌͘̕͝ ̶̧̛̼̫̝̞̲̾͗̾̌̃̚͜ͅp̶̞̌͊̌̊͑͋̓͒̉̓r̷̟͈̼̖̤͖̍͑̓̿͝ǒ̸͙̹̣̯͎̉̌̋̈̔͘͝u̶̧̘̺̚͝d̶̛̺͊̒̉̏͒͌͝ ̵͚̟̱͎̝̠̤̓͆̑̒́͆̃̀̄ͅo̸̳͚̦̒̍͝f̴̡̛̬̹͕͇̰̣̘̠͋̀̉͂͊̀̚͘͠ ̵̼͕̒͐̚͜y̷̡̨̖̦͖̜̘̳̩̙̆ö̸͚̱͗̅͐̋̈́̈u̴̫̗͓͋͌͛͊̎͋͛́̆͝r̷͎͈̩͙͕̣͔̭̪̎͂̒͘ș̷̀͂͑̿̈́͊e̶̡̧̧̬͇̹͖̓̓̌̉́͋̒͝l̶̨̡͙̫̙̮̝͕̽̓̎̓͗̽̄͜f̶͇̟͇͓̰͚̽̈̔̿̀.̶̧̛̺̹̥̘̫̰͍̻͊͂̇͋̄͜"̶̛͚̙̻͕̠̇̈̈́̑̑̂̂̏̉͜
(You look down and realize that the path you have walked has been drawn out by words, imprinting themselves in your wake and shaping before your very eyes. As you resume walking, the words sink away into the brightness, only to reform later on as a new giant pillar of words, far off in the distance. You are not sure how it is you understand that this new pillar is your own journey through this place, but you understand it all the same.)
̶̨̢͇̫͔̱̇͆(̶̛̙͕̬͖͉̘̭͛Y̷̟͒̾̀͛̉̒̓̈́͋̃ơ̵̧̬̖̤̱̲̒͋̃̾̏̑͌́̚ͅű̴͇̈̆̍ ̵̗̲̬̙͔̊l̷̟̼͉̲͓̈́͋͆́͑̃̚o̵̘̻̺̤͉͖̦̺̾ͅỏ̷͔̰͉̥̙͚͎̪̏͜͜k̸͇̹͓̐̽ͅ ̵̰̞̠̹̣͌̔̐̊̓́̔͠ͅd̴̛̪̞̜̯͂͌̓̿̃͂͌͝͠o̸̻̲͋́͑̆̇̈w̴̻̦̻̭͋̑́́̑͗̐̔̈̓n̶̛̠̟̳̣͓̲̖͉͊́ͅ ̸̤͔̻̘̲̰͂͛â̵̖͙͈͈̹̠͔n̷̗͌̃͑̈́̋̄̌̇̽̅d̴̡͔͓̱̙͚̻̩͖́͂͒̃̾͌̂́̕ͅ ̵̮̆͋̅̂̌̓͠r̶̨̛̰̫̙͔͉̝͔͍͐͊́͘e̷̬̦͎͚͍̍́̎͂͛̏̋̚͘͜a̸̮̝̩̙͙̼̬̜͆l̷̲̯̙̫̓̆̉i̴̱̘̲͎̼̅͒̈́̃̏͗̽̕̕ͅͅz̸̲̿̈́̀ĕ̵͎̹͓̉̄̄ ̵͚͔̻͌̃͋͒͆̆̎̕͘͠t̴̰̖̣̭̼̗̃̂͌h̵̥̥̯̰͇͕̻̮̻͓̿̅̅̿̌̕â̷̡̨͖̜͍̻̗̖̠̗̎͋̕͝ţ̴̺̣̪͔̗̫̥̓̈́̌ ̶̢̐t̴̡̧̜̟͕͔̅̄h̶͉͓͉̗͐̈́̍̋͑͌̆͌͠e̷̲͎͓̝̘̜̬͔̐̌͐̔̽̎́͘ͅ ̷̡͙̥̐p̸̨̰̲̖̼̳̹͖̗̏͆̓͗́͒â̶̯̯̪͍͇̦̩̣͙͒̃̄̅̓̅̎̕ͅt̶̛̩̉̑́̅͋̏̀̀͋ḩ̵̘͔͕̼̬̓̋̄͐̈́͋̔ ̵̨̳͖͖̞̣͉̖̏ȳ̵͓͈̙͓̠̅͋͜ò̸̹̙̥͉̟̝̫̻̊̋̈̋̀̚̕͝͝u̷̡̬̰̰̜̫̰̤̖͚̓̑̀͂͝ ̵̢̝͉̪̑̋̄͐̀̽̈͆͝h̶̛̛̳̖̻̬̗͈̹̿͒̿͘͜ă̵̧̭͈͈̓̋́̄́͑̕v̵̨͙̳̞̬̩͌͑͆͑̃̂̅͂̅̀e̷̡̲͖̙̮͙̘̜̺̽̈́͆͛̃ ̸̳̩̞̓͆͒̈͂̃̐̊́͘ẘ̴͎̲̰͆̽͝͝à̷͙̱̙͕̜͔̽̓l̸͕͇͑̕͝͝ͅk̶̡̧̪̻̰͙͔̜̜͊̏̀̉̄̒̃͠e̶͚̼̝̻͂̎̾̐́̒͒̽̍̕d̴̥͎͕͎͉͖͋͛͆̊̏͋͊̚ ̵̧̡̱̉͐̽͗́͑̾̚h̴̡̩̺͓͎̬͈̟͌̔̆̊̌ͅa̷̟̗̖͊̃͌͐̕s̴̪̠̟̞̺̪͆̋̎̾̀̈͂́̈ ̸̻̖͍̩̀̽̃͝b̴͈̔̽̎̊͠͠͠è̸̞̙ĕ̶̢̢̜̹̜̲̏n̶̛͎̟͖͚͇͎̒̕ ̴̢̭̯̭̘̞̮͔̘͊̈d̷͕̳̗̪̰̣̣̂͊̐̓́͜r̵̝̭̔̒̅̈́́̊͑͋͊͒ă̷͒̈͐ͅw̵̨̖͚̥̻̫̳͕̦͓͂̅̊̾ṋ̸̞̝̲̪̫̤͈̊̓̊̿ ̵̬̙͒̃̈́ͅo̶̢̡̠̥̟̤̓́̐̄̿̏̔͑͘̚ụ̴͚̞̫̟͙̳̰̊̓̆̆̀̄̀t̷̻͛̽̿ ̸̩̪̥̭̈́̄̈́̿̓̃͘͝b̵̧̧̧̢̨̫̺͙̰͑̐̌y̸̨͇̲̬̞̯̦̦̒̈͜ ̷̛̠͖̰̼̮͈͂̈́͗͂͐̀w̸̡̥̮̫̹̒͐͂̈͐͛̚͜ŏ̶̧̨͔̙̣̲̊́͛r̷͈̩̱̦̗͊̾̅̃̈́d̸̨̛̄̏͊s̵̬͕̆́̾ͅ,̶̝̥̩͔̝̼̓͋ ̸̨͎͙͊̂i̷͙̳̾͂̉̽͒m̶͓̜̞͉̂p̵̧̖̘̈̒͜r̴̪͍͂̍̀̔̈́̎͗͒͝i̷̗̳̟̻͓̬̓̉̕͝ń̷̡̨̙͓̀̀̔̃̆̑͐̓͝ţ̸͖̹͎͖̳̺͑̓͌́̿̾͜͜i̸̧̘̱͓̲͗̋̽̋͋̒͐̔̽̈n̴̺͍̩̞̬̑̾̾̕͝g̸̛̳̙̲͙̼͎͌̒̉͒̐ ̷͎͎̈́̓̃̕̕̚t̷̛̪͈̱͓͕̳͑̑̄̊̂̚̕͝͝h̴̗͈͂̃̆̆̄̔̔́͘͠è̴̼̑͋̌͠m̷͍̺̫̺͈͌̊̏̇̆̌̚͘ṡ̸̨̱̩͎̪͙́͋̆͝è̶̥̩̘̥͋̄͒̽̊̚l̶̦͉̳̮̳̟̩͓̱̱͊͌͗͛̊͑͒̄̊͠v̴̫̯̥̰̥͕̮̗̬͊̄̏̋̓̒͜͝e̵̱͖̜̻͆̐̅̒̌̀͒̒͝s̸̘͈͚̖̓̿ ̵͕̊̓i̷̪͔̜͕̱̇̎̇̔͗̈́̋͝ṉ̷͂̊̋̀ ̶̡̨̧͎̮̥̤͚̱͑̽̉y̸̛̮̤̗̐͐̃͒̈͆ͅǒ̴͎̞̦̙͇̤̇̐̈́͛̍͘͘̕̕ų̵̖͇̠̼̼̙̝̙̣̋́r̷̞̍̀́͛̈͂ ̴̢̙͔̥́w̵̫͔͋a̵̧̝̪̩͙̝̰͇̺͖͛́̈́̇̈́́k̵̨̨̨͖̤̓̑̍̊ͅe̸̝̥̫̳̖̠͖̠͇̫̊͑̈͊̍̀͝ ̴̜̾́͒a̵͖̲̘̟͉̯̺͔̞̣͒̀̇n̵͕͙̓̃̍d̷̗̳͌ ̷̯͙͓̻̺̻̹̼̰͗̒͐̍̔̈́̐̀̅͝ş̶͕͈̲̘̮̩̞̀̓ḥ̸͔̳͓̻̪̋̀̚͝ͅá̵̢̜̪̭̪͎̦͇̌̀̌͊̓͝ͅṕ̶̡͈̩̣̟̲͖̞̱̍̑̍̐i̷̦͚͕͈̲͍͕̻͍̹̍̓̿̄͐́͘͝n̵̘͉̣̽͊̅̈͛̌̈ͅg̵̛̛̰̮͙̘̲̞̬̉̾̐̅̽͒̓̚ ̷̦͕͙̺̠̦̜̣̖̟͛͒́̎͝b̷̳͉͙͈͐̍͌͑̓͘ḛ̸̝̇̾͌̈͊͑͗̑̕͝f̵̣̥̜̝͈͐͊̇̕o̵̦̖̿͛ṛ̶̛́́̇̓̚e̷̻̮̹̠̗̩̟̪̲̬̾̀̃͌̌͑̄͘͠ ̵̤̘̠̈́̃̇́̽̋y̶̧̨͇͇̘̼̦̯͒̈́̉͂̕o̸̞͛͑̎͛̚͘͠u̸̞̤̿̈̀̇̄̿͒͗̚ṟ̷̤͙͔͎͍͇̺̉̿̅̊͆͗́̐͘͝ ̴̡͇͙̘̦̱̼̤̩̃́̓͐v̷̛̖̣̐͌͊̿̔͆̔͘ę̶̞͓̜̹̩̰͐͂̍́̓͛̚͝r̸̭̞̝̘̟̗͒̑̈̉͗͘͘ỳ̸͍̞̣̮̭̝̮̤̤̲͛̓̉̂̾̈́ ̵̛̠̘̘̘̤̫̩͚͓̈́̾̔͆̈́e̴͎̫͎͑̍̃̒͛͠y̸̡̢̙̘̞̻͉͓̭͕̎͂̎͛̍̈́͆̐̊ẻ̸͙̻̼̤͕̪̖̓̄̉̅́̀͗̈́͝s̷̍͊̅̈́̓ͅ.̷̧̹̘̟̾̈́̾̃ ̶̨̥̦̯̭͊͒͗͗͘Ä̵͇́̑̇̽͘͝s̶̲̪̹͍̟̈̊̇ ̶͚̱̰̻̯̜͙̣͆̋̏͘͠͝y̸͕̟̩̲̼̥̰̪̰̌̓̋͗̂̒͘ͅő̵̘̍̔̈͑̓͜ų̵͇̫̂͆͆̃̌̑͒͊ ̵̨̨̣̙͓̪̙͔̟̱͑͂͆r̶̨̧̟̪͔̉̓̏͆̓͆͌͌ȩ̵̟̪̗̋̀̚s̶͍̩͑̍̋́̒͊͗̓̚͠ư̸̡̘̘̰̜̠̼̦̏͂͒̃̅̑̾̉ṁ̷̢̛̪̝̩̦̖̞͔̲̀̊̇͘͝ę̴̝͕͚̬͆ ̴̙̖̟̖̈̾͋̂͛̀̋w̷͔̹͊ä̷̘͈̺̟̹̾́̒͗̎̃̒ͅl̶̻̝̥̺̰͓̫̙̣̲̚k̷̢̭̟̭̬͍͇̔̎̋̉̾͘̚ͅͅỉ̶͇̮̌̃͑́͗͘n̴̜̹̯̣͖̊̈̌̈́̐̍͜͝͠ġ̷͔͎̖,̵̧̥̟͓̖̣̥̤̂͒͒̆̚ ̵͉̝̈́ͅt̴͈̉̌̒̂̎́͊ͅh̴̖̏̋̊͌̓̅͑͠͝ę̴͎̤̳̿̚ ̶͚̱̱̰̔̏w̸̨̨̤̰͎̔ö̷̥͉͋̌̐͌͝r̴̛̟̼̃̀̅̓̊͌͘͠d̸̲̙̑͛̆̅̇͋̚̚̚s̷̛̯͉̳̭̠͚̄͌̐̆̏̕͘ ̷̧͇̙̠̜̌̈́̀̕š̶̮̫̌̀̓i̷̢̨̛͚̭̟̻̜̿ņ̴͇̫̟̝͔̈́̈́͌̔̎̓̈́̕k̵̩̰̱̝͓̈́̐̿̓͗͒̾̀̂͝ ̴̨̛̯̮̠̥̟̔̏͂̐͜ă̷͕͖̱̲̝̗͎͕͍̽̇ͅẅ̷̛̠͖̱̲͓͎̙́͒͐̔̍͒̚̕ȧ̵̦̈̃͘y̸̢̡̗͖̮̐͊̿̃ͅ ̸̛͍̤̲̙̌̐͌̇̄͝͝i̵̘̱̹̬̋̿̾́͝ͅņ̷̤̑̄̋̃͜t̷̢̛̛͓̮̠̼͖͇̳̹̦̓̋̅̃̈́̇̋ŏ̶͚̮̻̙̓͐̾ ̸̛̛͎̬̝̯͑͗͒̉̓͛̐t̵͇̯͍̣̯̳͇̱̹̒̇͛͘͝ĥ̴̫͎̤͚̰̭̦̪̯̆̑͋̐͐̔ë̴̝̹̝̻͍̭́͋̾́̐͜͝ ̴̡̟̥̂̚ḅ̴̠͋͊̉͋̃̚ř̶͇͔̭̒͌̑̐̊̓̑ī̸͍͙̮̇͛͗́͊͘͘͜͝͝g̸̨̢̞̮͔̝͚̓͗́h̶͖̭͕͈̼̏̍͊͘̕͠ţ̸̥̲̒̋͌̏͐͝ͅn̴̢͍̮̲̜̉͆͊̈́e̵̱͕̿́̀̌̈́͌͛͑̕͠s̴̖͎̝̟̀͑̉͝͝š̴̘̱̙͖̳̩̦̯̩́͌̚͝ͅ,̴̡̪̟͚̩̌́́ ̶̛̲ǫ̷̟̣̐̈́̂͘̚͠͝n̶̮̠͇̳̠̱̐̋̈́̈́̔͋͜͝͝l̸̳̬̘̝̻̮̠̺͂͐̂̇͌ͅͅỷ̶̼̮̥̺̟͈͔̘̯̐́̏͐̾̕͝͝ ̵̘͍̞̲̘̼̣͚̺̲͗͛̐̃̈̂̓̅ț̷̢̺̯̝̼̅͒ō̵̧̼̽̍͑͜͝ ̸̭̜̟̅̆̌̔̇̕̚ŗ̵̩͉͓̗̺͇̹̣͂̽̋̀̽̊̿̎̚͝ẹ̴͍̞̜́͆͛̏͛f̶̨̗̫̔̀̑̂o̵̱̺̤̳̮̰̦̹̬̐̚ͅr̷̛̬͆̀̂̽m̴̡̝͖͕̭̽̑͜ ̸̡͍̻͓̠͓͓̰͕̓̈́̓͌̑̕͠͝l̶̨̛̤̰̤̠̱͎̺̤̋̀͒̎͜ä̵̛͔̹͓͙̦̮̈̒̑̓̂͒̓t̵̜͔̖̺͎͖͇̓̐̈̿̉̓̕è̵͖̺͇̱̬̬̮̩̲̹͒r̸̢̧̖͖͇̳͉̜̫͛̒̏͐̈́̍̃̋͝͠ͅ ̸̜̹͒̔͛̓̽̓͆͘͘ô̵̢̦̩͖̙̍͂̀́̾́̉̕͝n̶̨̗̂̊̃̊͐͐̚̚̕͜͝ ̶̗̣͔̦͌͆̀ã̷̫̹͎̟͊̋͜s̵͙̝̪̠͗͗̍̇̚ ̸̧̣̖̼̅̽ḁ̵̡̣̝̹͎̿́̊̊͗̑̕ ̷̭͕̫̣̜̖̻̺̝̉̌͠n̷͈̩͖͖͍̖̤̟͔̈́̇̒e̷͇̟̫͚͙̫̋͜w̶̡̢͖͛̐̎̂̉̀̌̚͝͝ ̷̨͍͔̜͔͈̖̉̾͗̈́̍͠͝g̴̡̯̘̅̾͛͂̂͌̾̕͝ͅi̸̬̬̖̰͈̹̝̳͈̣͛̂̀̾̀̎̍͑̓ą̷̯̼̗̊̓̅́͘̚̕ņ̵̖̭͇̦̹̬̀̀̀t̷̫̞̺͇͉̀̓̎̃̀̓ ̶̧̡̨͕̯̫͖̲̻͋̽̂́̀̕͝ͅp̸̪̞̆̀͛ḭ̸̦̼͈̲̗̤̦̾͊̉͜͝l̸̙̒̔́̅̕͝ͅl̶̛̟̝͎̱̟̭̃̄̍̽̉a̷͙̤̳̗̼̺̓̿̎̿̇͋͗͜r̴̨͔̜̽̎̽̄̂̌̍ ̸͔̣̇o̵͓̲̗̙͕̔̇͛͊͋͛̈̚͘͝ḟ̴̞̤̰͎̭̬͆̀͑͌̅̀̉̄̕ ̵̲̗́̾̀̑̍̾w̵̨̧̪̟͉̤̳̞̰͋̒̾̑̌́͆̚͜͠o̶̢͙͎̭̫̗̽̍̃͆͆r̴͚̝̞͉͕̀̐̂́̓̑͂́̕d̷͇̈́̽̿̏̔͘s̴̝̫̝̫̭̲̮̝͂̕,̶̪̮̎ ̷͕͔̦͍̿̀̒͝f̴̨̠̘̤͔̣̱̊͠a̸̧̧͍͓̲̙͙͔̞͌̽̍͗͌̌̀͜r̵͕̞͕̺̙̜̩̂̓̽͊͌́͝ ̶̺̱̮͖̣̥̗̱͐̀́͌͠o̸͍̬̠͚̹̠̯̩͕͝f̵̲͂͐̇͂͆̓̓f̶̭͕̭̅ ̷̧̛͚̲̬̗̯̹͎͛̂̊̿̏̅͠ḯ̵̧͔͓͖̗͍̪̳̿̇͋̎̈́͆̓͒͝ͅn̴̼̗̖̏̌̒̉̎̾̉̓̇̀ ̴̡͖͚̗̬̜̽͊̀̓̚̕͠t̷̢̮͔͓̮͓͔̭̫̎͌̿̆̓̈͘h̴̢̧̝͐͐̋̀͂͘ē̵͔͍̻͇ ̴̧͍̄ͅd̸̡̘͉̱̳̣̮̜̦͊̒̈̔͋́͐̅i̶̡̗̫̰͋͂̉̋̈͋͊̀̿̕s̶̪̯̤̣̹̞͈̼̪̿̂̿t̴̬̙̩͕̻̠̥̖̐̈́͐̄̓̇͠ạ̵̩̳̻͍̈́ń̴̢̢̨̙̞̖͜c̷̭̻͍̤͈̯̯͂̅ë̷͔̣́.̸̡̰̞̰̜̰͂̓͆͌̐̏̎͆͗̈́͜ͅͅ ̷̛̘̺̼̱̻̗̅̀͐͑̐ͅͅŸ̵̢̨̰̼̫̻̫́̀̆͑̑͒͒͝͝ŏ̴͖̟̣̹̟̹͊́̏́̈́̋̚u̸̧͉̗̼̎̃̈́̇̈́͛͑̿̑ ̴͓̝͖̱̟̒́̌̒̕͝ą̴̓͗͌̋̒̒̾̽ŗ̸̳̼͈͈̜̖͔̂̃̎̎͒ē̴̲͉̗͗̂̈́̃͆̚ ̸̪̪͑̄̊͘n̵̛̬̠̜͚̼̰͙̏̊̔͒͜o̸͔͖̮̻̱̣̒̔̊̿͗t̶̙͆̎́̆̀̒̀͛̈ ̶̨̨͔̭͖͛̃͋́͠s̵̝̱̹̘̳͇̪̀̓̓̽͛̓̅͐͘͘ư̴̢̼͙̠͕̟̳͙̘̋̑̚r̵̙͎͈̱̪̩̘̅͌̏̇͑̂̊͊̕e̷͓͉̗̥̳͇̦͚͔̐̑̆͒̏̄̓̏͛̕ ̶̯̅̔̈̆̔̽h̴̭̪̄͋̔̇̏̋̀́͆͘o̷̧̝̺̳̼̠̬̫̅͜ẁ̵̦͖̟͉ ̴̟͑̓̒͒̍͌̕i̷̐̀͋̚͜t̵̻͕͗͑͌͊͌̓͐ ̴̪̳̱͇̫̆͌̕͝i̴̛͈̱̹̠̩͍͉̞͈͖̅̎̓̽̽̔̊͝s̴̘̫̫̯̳̘̩̞̄̈́̊͒̚͜ͅ ̵̖̞̗̈͌͗̒͊͛̍͒y̵̡̡̨̝̪̮̭͎̥͚͛̒̈́̋̈͗̇̃̈̕ò̸͚̭̯̼̉́͐̾͛̆̕͠ụ̶̤͙͙̹̪̺̯̎̽͝ͅ ̷͕̘͍͓̱͕͆̃͂̅͌̿̕̚͘͝ǔ̵̺͇͎̼̊̂̔̓̀̈̈́̎n̸̡͉̺̼͙͙̙̜̅ͅd̷̩̞̲̥͛͆͒̀̈́̀̽͘͜ͅȩ̵̧̣̮̭̖̐ͅr̷̗̮̜͖͕̥͗͒̈́̊͊͊͝s̸͖͕̅̀͗̈́̓̚̚t̴̡̯͙̺̱̗̿̂̉̈́́́͝á̸̡̱͇̱̑̅͛̇͛̍͝ṋ̸̚ḑ̵̨͈̣̬̜̯̟̟̃̈̈́͒̅͒̽ ̵̜̬̲̜̅̊̎̆͌́ͅt̶̛̩͉̳̦͖͈͈̬̓̀̌̈̃͌̓̕͝h̵̻͎͍̲̲̖́̏̈́͆̀a̸̮̬̘͚̩̖͖̿̎̈́̊̓͆̇̈́̇͠t̶͇̉̂͑̾͋͠ ̶̡͉̩̗̂̒͐̾̔͂̿͜͠t̴̢̳̤̹̦̳̙̤̯͊̌̄ḥ̵̺͑́̀į̷̧̭̮̳͉̻̯͍̎̓͂̒͛̚ͅs̴̡̡̪̞̟͉͕̈́̊̋͋͛̏͋̕͠͠ ̶̢̩̖͛̾̾̉̊̉̈̓̆͜͝ṇ̸̤̫̦̼̗̮͖̥̮̈́̾̕é̴̢̯̜̯̞̝̺̤͉̇͋̿̈́̑w̴̡̱̭͍͎̖͇̉̈́͊̈́͜ ̵͈̬͖͕͑̈̑̔̆̈́͝p̵̡̩̤̓̈́͊͂̽̉̒̿̓̚ị̸͓͙͓̮̭̝̬͉͙̐̋̇̚l̵̙̠̪̈͑͆̀̽͋̾̔͝l̸̥͊̑̽̂̔̊́ạ̸̛̛̠̘̭̘̌̎͌̃́r̴̨̹̦̞̺͈̪̤̔̃̑͐̈́͐́̚̚ ̸̧̨̣̺̜̼̟̥͒̇̊̌́͛̍͋̇i̴̳̙͗̓́̾̎̔̚͜ṣ̷̞͎͔̜̝̏ ̸̘̫͍̬̱̪̓̄͌̈́͗̓̔̕y̴̛̼̋́͌͒̆̚͘ͅo̵̢̠̤͈̅͗̐̃̀͋̋̅̕͠ù̶̟͕̥͚͙̯̘̣̼̊͊̆̋̐͐ŗ̶̪̝͚̦͊͌͑͗ ̴͓̍̕͜o̸̙̱̪͒͊̉̒w̶͕̗̩͕̜̍͒n̴̩̖̦̟͕͎͎͛̓͆̂̏̎͝ ̵̨͓̳́j̸͇̝͑̆o̸̙̲̗͉̻͈̤͇̻͆͒̑̾͋̈́̚ͅư̵̛̗̟̘̈́̉̋̐̀͐̀͝ŕ̶̢̥̣̺͓̮̌ǹ̷̡̛̦̯̬̜͈̺̝̰̓̀̀͌̃̔́͜͝ȩ̶̲̮͚̙̟̠͕̠̮͆y̵͇̭̗͈͕͉͍̦̎͜ ̶̤̐̌̇̏̒̓̔t̷̛̼̱̖̥h̴̤̭̜̮͍̣̀̂̈́r̵̬͈̪̼̱̪̲̄̾̍̃̚o̸͕̰̹̽̈̑́̅̚̕͝u̵̡̨̢̞̪̲͇͙̱͎̐g̶̡̑h̵̻̱̀͐̀̀͆ ̸̢̳͍̞͑̂͜t̸̗̠̫͍̤̪̔͜h̶̬͉̹̊̒͂̅͝i̵̫̎ş̵̪͕͉̈́̒͆̚͜͠͝ ̵̳̫̠̤̋̋̀̀͂̀̀̈̆͠ͅp̷̨̢̰̤̱̥̯̮̻̘̍l̴̟̱̼̋̏̄̓͗̿̓́̋͜ã̸̧̪̝̓̌c̷̛̟͕̯̙͎̯̹̓̌͋̈̓̓͗͑̚ẽ̴͙̙̜͛̀̒̎̓̀͝͝,̶̧͎͈̩̠̪̰͆̂́͠ ̴̗̩̙̦̬͔͒̊͐b̵̢͎͇̣̠̄̄͂̂͛̚͝ú̸̢̦̟͉̓͑̽͋̀̓͜t̷̪̪̒͒̀͊̈́ ̸̜͉̪̯̺̪̩̒̈́̅̓y̶̢̘̯̣̙͋̀͛͌̈́͘͝o̷̮̰̣̬̘͙͒̄̾̉̔̀͑͜͝u̵̳̜̝͎̰̦̇̈́̓͜͜͝ ̷̧̨̺̞̥͇͈̻̣̓̈́͜u̵̻̦̠̬̱͔͎̠͊̑̒́̾ͅṉ̵̢̾͒̓͊̓͘ḑ̷̨̞̖̗͉̮̗̥̎̍̏͌̒̉̇̚͝ě̸̫͈͉̤̺̆͋̓͊̀̓̒͜͝͠r̴͔͔̠̈́̽̈́̀̀̾̽̓͒͘s̶͔̱̘͋̑͊̚͝t̶̨̺̩͈̞͍̺͉̲̰́͆͑́̎͐͂̄͌ą̸̪̝̦̲̟̞͚̹͇͒ņ̶̻̦̰̜̲͎͉̇̔̈̀͜ͅd̸̠͉͔̬̎̇̌̎̌̚ͅ ̵̧̧̗̣̗͐̀̾͝í̶̦̹̟͓̞̊̓t̶̛̫̱̗̪̪̹͙̜̳̎̓͗̽̋̍͋̚͝ ̷̯͈̫͋́̅a̴̧̳̟͖̿̉̂̄͆͝ͅl̶̡̮̭̱̼̍̈̒̓͗̀́l̵̗̪̻̜̖̔̄͐͑̎͒̃͛́͘ͅͅ ̵̨̛̰͖̳̞̦̭̺̳̈͛͗̃̆͆̕t̷̨̩̬̖͎͓͍̘͐̈́̍ḧ̷̛̗̭̲̰͉́͆̐̈́̋͒͝ę̷̭͚͂̅̋͝ͅ ̶͈͓̗͔͙̜̜̐͒̿̚͝s̴̢̡̰̭̙̟̜̘̰̉̀͘ă̸̡͍͍̘̻̝̪̤̭͔m̵͚̈̿e̵̩̹̥̯̼͊͠.̶͖̠͂̀̑̊́̎̂̓ͅ)̶̘̈́̆͗͒̈̿̉̔̀͝
(You peer from tower to tower, trying to get your bearings, but you realize that the mysterious presence was right - this place is all about choice, or the illusion of choice. There is nowhere you can really choose to go - everything is nothing, nothing is everything, and nothing and everything are the same. The footsteps you have walked are already so far away, forming more pillars as you watch, without order, eliminating all sense of direction.)
ē̶̦̍v̷͉͓͔͖̺̓͗̓̾̐̈́̃̑͒͝ͅë̷͈̱͓́̃͑͘͝ͅr̶̤̫̃̒͂̽͗̓ÿ̸́͂̌̅̄̚͠ͅt̷̡̢͙͇̼͉̗̠̞̐̓̀̓̅͒̊̊͐͜h̶̼̤͎̱̬̍̅͐͗̒i̸̡͖̝͕̫͓͔̩̜̺̿͋̆͂͌̄̒͒̋̏ṋ̸̃̂͒g̸̙̱̣̎̃͆̃͐̊͘ ̶͉͍̩̟́͛i̷̡̡̳͉͙̥͚̭̳̔͛s̵͚̏̔̊́̅̈́͑̀̄͝ ̷̲̲͚͓̆ņ̶̙͇̟͙̜̽̊ͅő̸̦̪̞͂̿̈́̓t̵̬̩͎̝͐̍h̸̡̨̧̧̻̞͇̖̺̭̄ḯ̶̢̛͓͋̈́n̵͙͗̔̾̃͋̋̉̊̉̍g̸͚͆̄̐̉̔̉̉̕,̴̨͖̘͕͕̥̕͝ͅ ̸̱̓̈́̿̍́͌͊̉ǹ̸̜̞̳͚̺͍͉̾̀̍̽̿͘o̶̢̺̙͂͋ţ̷̱͓́̃̊ͅh̴̼̙̻̟̘̙͈̥͙̐́͒̕ͅi̴̝̦̻̙͎͇̳̯͍̽̌͐̏͑̎̿̄̓ń̴͕͚͉̼̗̌̍̄̚ḡ̵̨̤̠͙̖̟̘͎̘ ̴̨͚̬̘̬̯͖̜̻̋i̸̢͇̟̣͔̟̜̾͑̂͝͝s̷͎̹̈́̀͊̇͆ ̶̨̢̺̜̯̜͓͍̈́e̸̢̬͕̪͈͉̤̖͗̆̀͂̔͋v̶̹̩̞̰̰͋̋́͑̕e̵̗̺͎͕̓̚̕͠͠r̷̢̢̯̠̗̞̯̹̞͂ý̵̥̾̄͒ͅţ̷̰͍̯̘̻̲̻͚̓̔͜͠ḩ̷̖̳̯̬͚͙͉̹̲̄̈̽̈́i̸̢̝̣͙̪͕̜͂̍̇̄̉̆̑̚̚͝n̵̨̧̘̰͙̥̜̩̭͌̑͊̋̀̂͠g̴̢̛͈̻̰̤̜̀͆͝,̶̢̨̯̲̥̫̲͗ ̷̛̫̼̙͂̂̋̿̐̉̕̚͝a̵̼̻̦͌̀̐́̋͋̂̕͘͝n̴͉̥̫̞͆̽̑̕d̷͈̝̪́̏̉̇̌͑̽͊͊ ̶̛̣̤̋̓͐͑̃̿͛̕̚n̵̤̹̩̈́̀́̂̕o̴͙̥̙̿̾̍̔̏͘ͅͅt̶͇̟̰̘̹̪̱̅̍̿͒h̴̬̝͈̄̕ǐ̶͈͕͓̤̤͙͌̚ͅn̷̰̰̰̩̫̏͗͑͘͝͝g̴̢̢̛̤͖̝̟̼̯͌̎͂͋̈́̆͝ ̷̨͚̝̹̺̹͓̱̃̾̉̇͘͜͝a̶̡͖̘͓̱̙̣͓̩͔̿́́n̶̳͎̻̞̻͇̑̎̿̅̋͛́̋̂̅d̴̰͉̠͐͒̋͜ ̴̢̧͇̻̙̺͒̇̒͜ë̷͎̹͇͖̬̘͍͈̦̬́͒̐͘v̴̛̹͕͕͓̳̗͆̋̍͒̄͠e̸̡̳͚̭̘̓̓͘r̶̢̹͇͒̊͆̈́͋̔͜y̴̨̛̻͕͔̝̦͚̼͔̟̆̾͑̀͛̀̃t̴̨̘̭̑̈̐ͅẖ̷̥̰̗̭̼̀̔̍̐͐͝ị̷̢̲͔̥͗͒̀ṅ̵̺̬͕̞̓̀̆͒͐̈͛g̸̢͕͕̲̰̺̤̘̐́̔͊͋͝ ̸̫̥̝̯̦̜̮͂̇́̅̈a̴̝͔͕͖̱̩͒͒ŕ̸̜͕̘͍̪͉̞̥͈͛ḛ̵͚͚͖̬̲̙͇̜͒͌́͆͑̆̍́̔͛ ̵̖̔̈́̎̏̎̑̔ţ̸̦̭̲̣̥͓̊̍͒̉͑͝ḣ̷̳̞̎̇́͛̌́̂e̶͉̫̥̳͊ ̵̤͕̬͈̖͚͍̹̟̼̏͐̓s̵̨͕̞̘̬̳̜̲̘̋a̵̧͚͙̫̭̱̖̾́͌͐͊͗̂̊̎͝m̷̢̜̣̣͕̩̝̏è̵͕̫̎̀.̸̥̠̪̤̾̋̊̔̅̃̏̈́
(Regardless, you walk on for a bit, hoping to see something else - something more vibrant, something important, perhaps.)
(̴̛̼̤͍̯̥̊̅̄̈̀̾̏͜Ȧ̴̧͓̠͕̭̩̱̻̈̃̉̂̌͑̆͐͘r̵̢̲̤̔̅͂̋̄̚͘͠ȯ̵̟̆ͅǔ̸͖͚̣̘͔̩̩̜̥̅͜͝͝n̶̗̱͔͉̝͓̖̈́̋̆̑̂̊͊ḍ̴̨̝̲͙̤̟̯̮̙̀̾͑̓ ̶̛̘̥̣͈͉̂́̏̓̾̄͒͗͘ẗ̵̢͖͕̗̱͉̮̟́ḣ̶̤̾̈̆͂̀̓͆͝͝i̴̛̫̤̪̗͍̟̳̗̔̉͗̉̓̉̀͝͝s̸͖̟̣̤͔̖̙̺̩͋̑͘ ̸̡̲̻̓̐̽̓́͝͝͝p̴̧̻̣̝̣̝̱͕͙͐̋͛̐̈́̓̚o̸̧͙̺̳̾͛͑͊̒̓͘ͅị̴̮̣̄̅̓͛̌̚͠ņ̵̧̤̝͈͈̿͛̉̾́͛͐̀̃͂ͅť̸̬̭̭̟͎̻̥̟̠̳̊̾̀̈́,̶̻̲̟͙̝͍̣͆͂ ̷͇͇̗̳͈͐ŕ̷̳̙͋̆̿͗͝ͅē̴̖̜̩̙̭͙̽̓-̴̡̧̞̙̘̘̫̙̂̐̃̌̓͂͜͠ẅ̸̘̗̟̯̥́̎͗̈́̈͠r̴̹̒̆̉́͒̌̒͌͝ͅḯ̶̳̇̔t̷͖̱͂́̊͋̉͠e̶̢̛̩͕̟̳̦͇̫͒̇̃͘͝ ̷̠̯̩̊͝-̴̜̹̬̅ ̵͓̺̣̺̫̈̀̊̎̐̉̉̈́̀̉͜N̷̰̟͉̰͖̥̣͍̞̒̐̋̉͒͝ã̷̝̳̠̜̪̰̠̝̰̕r̶̻̠̤̰͍͕̟̞̘̳̅̀̀̃̉͗̊͒̚͠r̶̳̈́̄͌̿́͌́͜a̵͔̽̅ţ̵̂̀́̊͐̀̍̕͝o̴͖̲͓̹̬͛͐̋͛̆̑̉͠͝r̵̘̫͇̥̯̘͍̄̏͠ ̷̡̲͍͇̜͈̙̿̒̊̓͑͋͊d̷̡͉̲̽͑͋̔̾ě̸͖̟̻̫̿͛̍̔̐c̶̢̻͚̹͇̹̠̝̻̒̏̔̔̔̿́̄̕͜͝ĭ̶̛͖͆̈́͑͒̀ḑ̷̼̼̟͎͔̮͓̦̿ë̷̖͔͔̮̪̹̟̭͎̒͊͜ş̸̬̟͈͎͛͊̅͝͝͝ ̷̡̰̠̿͜t̶̫͍̣̤̋̑̈́o̶̯̲͖̟̭͂̅͋̂͗̈́ͅ ̵̧̻̀̀̍̀̾͛̍͘̕͘ȩ̴̛͓̮͈̃̉̀̊̈́͒͠g̶̨̢̛̪̖̥g̶͙͓̼̦̈͆͋͋̎́̊͜͠ ̵͈̥̼̩̺̖̌̌̓̈́͝ͅo̴͇͇͋̒̒͌̎͘n̶͈̟̰̊̋̚̕ ̵͍̬̩̀̈́͐̊̔͛̅͑̚̚W̵̗͆̋͛̒h̷̩͈͒͗͝e̴̝̒͒̓̀̌̐̕̕à̵̛̱͍̩̅͆͌̓̍ͅt̸͖̅̈́̓ḻ̸̑̔̀̇̓̈́ȩ̸̗̩̼̣͎̝̫̀̈̌̕y̷̢̨̰͚̼̞̹̳̐,̷̛̜̞̥͔̈́̂̑́̅̽̚ ̷͕̣̼̽̓̈́̌̾̕͝b̴͎̙͎̘̬̳̰̺̓͋̍͜ơ̶̧̺̗̦̻̼̙̔̀̿͂̌͒͘͠t̴̛͇͇̗͚̳͍̙̐̐͑͌̀͛͗͘͝ͅḧ̸̥͔̱̩͎̻̗̤̺̳́͝ ̴͈͇̿̏̍̑͝t̶͈̼̝͚̤̋̓̈͊͑̅̏͠ơ̶̥͎̂ ̵̮̥̱̤̌͗̓͗̋́̒̽̽͘ͅg̶̢̟͎͓͎̋̔̚e̷̛̦̞͈̥̙͗̏̏͋̅͂̕͠ť̶͈̼̙̙͇̦̑͘ͅ ̸̡̱͚̦͍͔͉̯̔͆͋͆̒͐͆͝ͅͅĥ̴͓͈̞̱͈̀͆͊̚͜i̴̧̮͓̥͈͑̉̓m̵̡̢͉̉̿̀̾͑͗͝ ̴͚͉͇̦̈́̿t̶͔̲̀͌͠o̵͍̯̥͒̒ ̴̨̼͖͓̠̬̰̹͗̿̇̏̐͘ͅf̵̫̻̿͋̚͠ő̸̼̫͍̩͚̎̅̓́̅̕l̵̢̼͔͚͑͗͂̀͌͛̈́̾̕͝ḻ̸̾͋̽ǫ̵̺̖͚͕̯̪̥͉̹̔w̸̧̤̗̤̦̟̐̓̈́̈́̈́̌͊ ̷͖͎̍͐̇̏̃̀̚d̸̙͍̉i̴̡̻͔̹̎̈̈́̓r̸̛͎̘̻̜̐̑̽͠͠ȩ̷̣̹͖̣̖̏͑̓͛̔́̏͝͠ͅc̴̢̨͚͇̝̫̿̚̕t̵͙͙̼̯͌̊̒i̵̡͎̭̥̺͍̗͇͐̋̆͆o̸̦͈̞̯͎͋̂͝͠n̶̠̑͜s̸̡͚̼̩͚̰̟̦͖͐͗̋̓̆ ̷̧̛̭͈̭̻̦́̒͗̅̈́̎͝͝ͅá̵̧̛̳̫͚̝̽̽n̷̨͍̭̩̟͔̗̜͇̈̊̓̾͋̔̚̕͘d̷̛̙̮̍͆̀̚͘ ̸̢͙͎̺̻͔̥̠̖̏̂̃̅̿ͅs̸̢̫̻̰̹̞̮̞̔̃̀͋̂͋̚͘͝ͅo̷͉̤͑͋̊͂̋̃̊̚ ̷̧̡̢͖̖̰͚̯̗̥͒h̵͉̳͕̥͔͓̞̲̥̽̇͘͜ȩ̵̦̞͇̦̖͕̎̉͋̈́͂̿̂͝ ̴̧̧̫̪͖̞̟̔̐͗͋͒̈́͋͌͜͝͠c̷̨̧̪̠͈̳̗̣̼̒̊̈́a̶̧̻͔͓̺̟̯̺̽͊͜͠ņ̵͍̱̎ͅ ̴̧̳̆̋̎̈́͆͒"̵̡̬͎̤͚̦̱͔̂g̵̨̹̻͉̣̥̣͓̱̟̀͆̐͊ē̸̡̪̦̰̰͖̘̔̏̇͂͠͝ť̴̢͉̈́͋̄̈́̐͘͝ ̶̬̺̹͎͇̘̹͈̣̯͗̊̀͝ï̴̢͚͉̖̺̦͑̀̒̍̓͠t̵̡͙͔͕̞͇͇̭̩̠̏̀̎̓̈́̇͘ ̴̢̘̭̪̮́́͛̈́̉̇̈́o̶̡̨̧̳̗͓̅̒͐u̴̳̘̞̚͜t̶͕̭̼̠̀́̊̓̀͋̈̄̽͑ ̴̡̡͎̼͎̝̘͓̿͊͒̋̍̌͐̑͝ͅò̶͉̭̝̼̫̞̌̆̀f̴̨̭̩̩̞̹̝͇̳̃̿̃̈ ̵͉̬̦̟͊̒̌͐̉͠ͅh̴̨͍͔̹̀͗í̶̡̧̙̤͉͔̺̜̩̀̀̃͌̕̚͝s̶̨͖̔ ̴̱̹͓̊́̄̈͛̀̒̚s̸̝͖͖̆̓̈͋̃̋ỳ̷̧̳͈̍͗̅̍̔̊s̴̱̣̜͍͔̫̀̔̊̌̚ṯ̴̛͈͈̮ͅȩ̴̘̺̼̰̜̰̼̓͂̄̄́͜͝m̴̡͍̎̂̕͝"̸̛̥̟̰͂̎͗̋̊̐͗͒͝ͅ,̸̩̹̻͕̹͙̽ ̶̢̥̮̪̖̱͇̫͈̃̄͂w̶̢̺̖̭̤͔͔̩̭̼͆̃ḩ̶̛̮̱̙̈́̂̽̆̓͂͝ͅe̵͙̻̿̈́̓̾̔̕̚͝͠n̵̨̞̲̍͊͒͛̀̀ ̶̟̫̹̬̝̝̥́̔͑́̔͊̌̀̿͜ͅW̶̛̗̬̭̊̾̊͒̂̒͝h̷̢̞͓̫̭̦̯̜͇̳̿͆̍͋ȩ̸̬̰̲̾͝à̵̜̱t̵̤̿͊̀̑͒̈́͘͠ͅl̵̻̮̥̼͔̤͍̳͉̄̇͑̄̿͝ę̸͈̖͖̣͎͔̪̮͍̌̾̀̑̒̆̂͝ẙ̷̩́̅̈́̓̀̓́ ̶̧̢̤̖͈̘̖̫̲̈́̓́̎̏̋b̷̫́͆̒͗̓͘͘͜ŕ̷̻͈̥͖̬͔̓͘̕e̴̢̦̿̾̒̏̅a̷͓̭̳͖̓̋́͠k̵̛̰͚̗̆͂̐̆̀͒̿͒͠ͅś̴̡͎̫̻̩̲͚̌͒̇̇̿̽͠ ̵̖̊̀͂̿̏́͘t̶͎̰͚͈̦͔̠̺̳̋̔̈̔̓ḩ̴̨̜̺̹̗̭̣̈́̐̌r̸̼͉͆̎͋̈́̆̿̾̈́͠͠o̸̤͌̐̓̀̒́u̵̡͙͎̳͉͚͇͐ͅg̷̛͍͚̬̼̰͎̞͂̈́̆̆̌͛͐̒h̶̡̛̟̖̲̫͕̪̤͚͈̀̍̐̓̏̒̍͝ ̷̩̩̥̒̑̂͒̆͌́͝t̵̻̲̮͔̮̲́̍͑̉͜͝ͅh̸̛̋͐͛́̍͐̚ͅe̸͖͍͚̙̱̞̹̾̈̆̎̀́͛ͅ ̵̡̀̂͌͐̄̈́̅̄̽͠d̴̨͒͗o̴̡̩̪̹̼͙̦̓̂͘͘̕͜͜ͅo̷̞̺̠͙̽r̵͎̱͋̿͝,̴͖̲̰̙̋̎͑͌ ̵̢̛̠͍͓̰͓̣̆͆̎̊̊͐̄N̶̛̳̩̹̬̯̝̙̠͐̋͒̽͑͛͋͂͘a̵̘͑̊͐͒̈́̕r̵̤̻̠̮̜̝̞̙͗͒̿̏͘r̶̛̛̻͙̭͉̒̔́̍̿͊͆͝á̸̪͔̻̥̱̮͇̮ṯ̷̋̊̌̈́̈́̄͆o̵̤͗̋̍͗ͅr̵̨̨̧͚͚̼̅̓̋̍̀͘̕͜͝s̸̨͚̥̳̝̼̼͌̓̇͘ͅ ̵̧̹̊̉͊̑̿̿s̵̨̹̩̩̥͓̝͙͒̕ã̸͉͇̠͎̈́͛ỳ̸͖̠͔̘̪̰͉͚̪͕͗̍̿̿s̷̢̮̳̦̖̎̈̈́ ̶̭͈̱̈́̃̽͗̾͘"̵̭͉͖̥̑̅̈́͜ͅy̵̢̡̤͙̬̬̳̺̤̆̈͒͒͜͝͠ą̴̡̯͈͔̬̦̹̈̈͒̓͜͜ỷ̸̜͇͚̼̮̈́͌͘ ̶̧̗͕̟̺̋̓͑̎y̸̨̜̤̏̈́ȏ̸̰ű̴̙̊̒̽͊̅̏́̇͘ ̷̳̹̳̻̣͕͔͔̱̤̎̎̀̎̊̋͋̀͆d̶̤͚̠̼̒̓́́͝į̷̬͂̕͠d̷̜͕̪̼̬̹̀̐̀ ̷̨̖͚̖͒̿́̑i̵̤̜̓̊̇̂͐͐̈͆̉͒͜ͅt̶̡̧̟͕͈̞̘̍̋̚!̷̦͐̆͑̔̃̋̄͒͆"̸̱͚͐̊̿̊͂͜.̵̨̱͓͕̜̪̒ ̵̫͙̪̟͂͜Â̸̙͔̬̈́͆̚͝l̸̡̝̹̹̮̟̒̿͛̒͌͊̉̈́͜͜s̶͙̦̜̘̝͝o̶̡̢̤͈̹͇̦̩͐̄̈́̿̂͜ ̸̮͕̜̇ň̷͖͍̫̺͈͖̜̯̿̋͋ͅo̷̡̡͙̜͎̥̝̐̇́̈́͑͗t̴͔͕̐̈̇̆̇̓̈́͘è̴̳̝̠̅̇̄͗͝ ̶͙̃̍̀̎̈́̇t̴̢̻͎̻͕͔̤͙̗̩̓̄́̎̍͝͝ḧ̶̡̢͕̳̥̻̳̖̰̮́̈́́a̸̘̒̍́̇͛̍͋̉͗t̵̟̾̈̍̀͝͝͠ ̷̘̮̖̉͌̽̎̕͜͜͝ͅ"̴̧̢̗̮̹̅̋̀̀͝͝W̴̢̟̖͎͇̙̙̜̾́̽͘͘͜͝͝ͅḩ̷̨̧̻̼̬̻̭͙̦̌́́̈́̏͛̒͂̈́͝ả̷̧̞̲̹̌͘͝t̶̞͕̘̬̥̾̒̅̓̍̋͋̈́͘͜͝ ̴̤̝̝̹͊̎̂̀̃͂e̷̮̞͐̅̄x̵̧͍̣͇͚̝̜͉̼̑͜á̷̢̛̛̘͖͔̈́̂͌c̴̗͈̄̏̇͝t̵̹͎͎̥̹͇͂̔͛͊̈̈́l̵̥̏̀͂͛y̶̢͇̩͚̥̻̦̝̣̐̃̑̒̿̍͠ ̴͕̗̫͇̫͕̖͜͝d̷̰̞͕̻͆̋̑i̴̡̼̪̹͉͓͉̝̳̜̎̈́̋̈́͂̽̇̄̾̕d̴̡̧̢̲͔̪̺̟̟̤̊ ̸̹̻̜̻̠͚͝ȟ̵̭͕͚͆̑̈̄̅̆̉̽̕e̴͇͔̞͕͙͔̽͛̋͋ͅͅ ̷͇̻̃́̈́͐͗̍̌͝t̴̺͉̜̫̮̣̉̐̿̀͐͝ͅh̵̢̫̙̫̗̫͋̿͝į̷̡̳͉̹̟̜̫̮͒n̸͕̬̽̀͂̌̔ķ̶̥̩̬̹̩̥̝̳̿̈́̐̿̍́̌̈́̅̊ͅ ̷̥̮̠̗̹͎̋̄̈́̏̂ĥ̷͉͇̔̒̆̓͋̚͝ế̴̬̯̟͑̉͐͂ ̷̼̘̹̩͍̀̓̑̊͗w̸̗̘̜͖̻̰̑̋̔á̴̻͍̙̲͈̙́́̕ͅs̴̢̧̪̖̫͓̱͕̮̀̈́̂̌̓̂̕͠ ̸̏͒͒͋̈̈́̉͐̀͜g̴̺̖͛́͊̃̾̍̈́̒̌̐ö̷̼̭̫͇͕̲̝͉́̈́̂͗̚i̶̧͙̖̺̲͂̎̇̉̿̾̅̇͆̚͜ń̵̤̐͒̚̚͜g̴̡̫̥̱͕̈́̇̍̋͆͆̓̈́͘ ̴̭̩̩̯̱̗̈͐̎̑́t̴̗͕̻̦̄͜ǫ̵͙̔̍̑̋̽͋̇͘͘ ̵̝̭̝͖̩̰̙̖̹̓̾a̶͍͈̺͙͑͂̀̇͛̾̒̒̕c̶̛̙̤̥̳͑͆́̄̉c̸̬̦͗̋͝ọ̶̞̙̝̘͗͜m̴̲̎͛̆̊̆̄̍͑̋̕p̴̧̣̙̣̳̆͐̌̒͐̉̊̉̒l̷͍͖͔̮̪̮̬͆̈́͐̓̈́̇͋̕͝ȉ̵̛̪̠̺̰̪͚̘̳͛̄͝s̴̡̥̲̿̆̆̑̒́́͛͊̚h̷̦̣̪̠͈͕͑͋̓ͅ?̷̨͉͍̫̯̟̞͍͓͒̿̓̅͠͝ ̷̡̱̹̻̝͎̼̼͕̊̽̿̒͋́̿Ḙ̵̡̧̦̳͔̥̭͍͚̑̇̈̈̓̔͠v̵̲̙̘̟̿̇͐͌ę̸͎͈̩͈͙̑̔̀n̵͉̈́̂̾̌̓̀ ̵̹̳̻̓i̸̼̭̫͈̥̠̺̻̐f̴̛̘͙̓̏̒̍͒͗͌̿̕ ̸̡͓̭͙̄̈͒̍̕͘͠͝͝ḧ̴̗͉̼͕̙̲͈͔̼́̊̅͂̂è̵̡̢̹̦͔͇̺̣͊̆͋̿̈́̕ͅ ̶̝̗̉̄̈́̍̓͑̕͘͝c̷̗̈́́̈ȏ̷̀͋̉͆͝ͅȗ̷̢̢̯͙̫̪͈͖̭̔̊̾̃̂̾̚l̶̛͕̘̜̹̩̻̗̻̱̊̂́̃d̶̤̓̀̈̓̃̓̈́̈́̕͝ ̴̣̏̒̏͂̌͆̏̍b̷̡̊͒͑̾̆͝ṟ̸̝͚̠̹̄́̓̍̅e̶̹̿̂͋́å̸̧̢͎͓̺̽k̴̡̜̟̣͕͂̈́̑̂̈̊͋̓̽͜͝ ̴͙͑̊ẗ̷̛̬̣̞̹́̊̈̍͆͊͜ḩ̴̢̤̦̼̄͐͗͌̃͘̚ͅè̶̢͈̥͇̞̹̹̋͌̆̐͂̈͘̚ ̸̧͔͔̱̒͌́͘g̴̛̮͍̀͊͂̓͌̐̏͘͠l̷̡̛͕͕͚̠̻̺͚̽̾́̋̋̏͜͝a̶̢͖͎͕̝͙̬̓͑̽̉̏̔̒̊̈̕ş̴͖̖̏͜s̴͇̻̼͔̯̪̈̏͆̀̍̌͆͝,̵̭̑͂̃̑͒̕͜͠͠͠ ̸̢͈̏̔̇̀̑͘͜i̷̢̜̞̻̭̭͍̓̿͌̆̏̂͆̿̾̎͜͜ṫ̴͚̭̟͉̈́̀ ̵͍̝̙͕̼͎͈̩̾͛̆̀̓́̕͜͝w̷̨̧̞̤̻̘̠̥͑͛̏̀a̵̤͓͐̿s̷̡̡̼̖̙̖̫̖̹̝͆́͒́̀͗̓͝͝n̴̨̧͉̟͇͉͛̐̌̈́̐̄́͑͠'̶̧̩̱̪̬̺̠̲͙͇͂̌͑̑̿͐͘t̷̡͈̺̣̫͚̐̐̃̀̀́̂̿̕ͅ ̵͖̝͚͚̳̞̺̦̿̒͆̕͠l̶̢͙̲̀̑̊̈́̐̐̌͝ǐ̴̟̮̳̩͔̝̬́̊̀̿̎͊͝k̵͙̞̪͈̫̱͑̓ę̵̯̤̯̖͉̼̣̗̋̔ ̴̨̢̻̝͙̼͎̅́͝h̸͑́͒ͅe̵̛͖̞͇̤̫̭̎̑̓̈͜͠͠ ̶̨͔͙̖͚̫̪͆̓͂́̀͜c̵̡̧̟̪̮͋͂o̶̰͈̫̯̭̓̀̓͌́̉ũ̸̹͈̩͙͉̙̮̱̿̑̄́̈́͋̒͌͠l̵͇̥̝̹̠̱̎̉̋̔̀ͅd̴̡̥̣̗̺̎̉͑̉ ̶̡̤̖̫̗̥͖̺̗̍͊͑̀̀̍́̈́͘ă̷̧̳̳̦̱͍̂͌͗̅c̵̰͖̟͚̍͘͜t̴̢̡̡͇̮͓͚̺̓̇̒͗ủ̴͇̰͂̋̇̔̎̆͋̿a̷̩̙̦͗͝l̶͍̙͔̜̜̐̌̓̅̂͜͜͠͠͠͝l̸̨̛͆̀̃̅̇͊̅̋̚y̴̹͍͊̍͂̀̃̋̍͝ ̸̧̛͓̓̀͐͌́̊͘̚g̵̢͚̯̙͖̜̭̺͎̿̿̋͐͂́̈́͝ō̷̗ ̶̲̹̰͕͚̪͓͖̤͍͗̊̐b̶̢̛͙͔̳̻̩͈͆̇̒ḁ̸̡̬̭̤̼̤̪͗̑̓͑̋́͛̽͂c̵̹̝̞͓̤͍͈̿k̶̥͚̜̭͕̙̦͉͙͐̀̌̔ ̵͔̘̭̀͛̾͆̄͗t̶̤̓͝͠ẖ̷̰̲͝ė̶͙̯͖͓̪͂̾r̴̯̣̖͕̹̀̃̓̋̀̀̾͘͝ê̴̳͓̠͖͉͉̱̲̖̭,̴̫͕̟̣̈ ̶̗̩̜̅̾͝t̸̨͚̪̼̮͉̠̟̞̀͛̂̕h̴͚͈̗́̅ȅ̶̡̝͙̥̦̻̑̚ ̷̗̗̯̣̙͇͔͓͓̌̆̋̈́̿͋̒̕m̸̨̜̲͔̥̩̳̋å̸̬̥͍̫̥͚̱͊̓͜͝ṉ̶̖̖̼̗̂̇̅͌͊̇̈̚͠a̶̬͉̬̯̤̤̳͈̎̍͋̒g̷̤̻̟̘̯̯̅͌̾̔̅͋̉̌̇ͅe̴̡̺̠̫̥̾̄̂m̷̹͉̮͕̠̭̰̖̰͊͒͋̅̿̆̈́̚͘͝e̴̠̯̲̟͙͔̎̐̌ń̶̟̪̞̱͗͌͠͝͝t̴̨̡̠͇͉͇̖̟͌̌̀͆̌̅̋͆̚ ̶̢̡͓͖̼́́̄̐̉̌̏͜͠ͅȑ̵̨͉͚̪͕̓̾̓͆̔̀͝ͅa̴̧͕͎̼̍̀̇̏͋͆ï̵̳̦͖̪̜̲̹͉̥̈̿̂͒͐͠l̵̬̜͗͌̌͌̒́̀̉͂́ ̶͖͚̞̗͈̝̬̰̤̄͛̐͆d̷͈̜̱̪̖̀̄̇̄̓̀̿̚͝͝i̸̥͈̐͐d̸͙̙̠̂͛̈́͆̌̈́͜ ̴̻͙͍̔͋́n̷̬̊̐̌͋̊̅̉̐̓̈́o̷̖͖̭̘̭̱͎̣̾̓̍̄̀̚͠ͅt̷̡̰̰͂̍͐͘ ̸̦̌̈́̾͊ģ̶̯͔̫̙̫̬̗͍̰̀̕o̶̧̧̺̖͈̰̪̔̓̈͋͜͝ ̵̡̨̡̮͕̂́̽̓̈́̑̀͝t̸̳̝̉̓̀̅̀ͅh̵̢̧̨̼̜͔̝̖̄͑̅ͅŗ̶̢̛̜͓̙̫͔̺̥͎o̷̡̡̯͈̓̓̋̎̾̊́̊ủ̸̱̐̿̚̕g̸͔̈́̔̐̀̀̾̍͝h̷͖̙͚͂̍͂͝ ̸̣͋̏t̷̛̫̱͑́̕h̴̢̢̧͔̠̤̤̗̝̖̃̈̀̔̈̇͆ȩ̴̢̻͔͈̘̗̇̑̓̾̔ ̸͕̐̇͌̇̓͒͒̀g̸͈͓̻͙͗l̴̡̫̙̟̻̓̿͂ͅa̷͓̗͙̓͆̽̾̈s̶̡̡͇͇͉̠͑̒̕͘ș̸̙͒,̵̘̰͎̭̮̘̬̱̯͋̑͂͗ͅ ̷̛̞̝̀̉̉̐̽̌͂a̵͉̳̱̲͍̻͛̾͝ͅf̷̻̯͋̑͒͌̎͛t̸̤̗̎̓̐͌̀̏̂͋̆͝e̷̢̧̺̝̼̲͕͖̟̺̊͒͛͠r̷̢̮̪̠̻͈̳̳͓̎ ̸̜̼͙͗̏̈́̀͝a̵̢̨̨̫͎̹̥͖̘͘͜l̸͚͍͈̥͎͈̲̂̿͜͝ḷ̷̨̘̖͌͌̎̉̂͋͂̓.̷͔̿̌̔͘͝"̵̝̘̠̖̓͆͂͂͊̾)̷͙͙̖̜̟̅̅͋̎͝ͅͅͅ
(You find nothing, nothing other than what you have already seen, or haven't seen. The truth is, when all's said and done, you only want to know one thing: What of Wheatley and the lady? You very much desire to know, for you find it difficult to believe that the story could truly end with their deaths, and in such a contrived manner at that.)
H̴̢̨̱̻̼̞̗́̓̄͊͊e̵̟̖͓̥̞̩̿̐͐ļ̷̤͙̫̪̻́̃̕ͅl̶̲̬̺̩͇̈́̀͜ͅo̷͔̗̺̜͛̄̊̊̓́̔!̴̜͉̜͎̞̖͙͕̬̖͗̅͂̈́͊̀ ̵̱̬͓͙̂̂̃̾͗͘M̸̠̳͚̤̻̗̱̔ý̵͉̱̞͙̇͒͋̒͆̕ͅ ̵̗͎̪̤͗̿̾͝n̶̙͔̺̫̞͎̼̠̬̒̈̆͜a̴̡̧͓͚̤̫̋͌̓̕m̴̧̨̞̰̯̤̣̜̟̤̉̈́̍̍͠͝͝e̷̛̯̮̬̍́̈̌̔̀̈͒͑ͅ'̸̧̢̢͚͙̠̋͐̓s̵̬̹̯̺̯̣̠̑͆̈́ ̵̞̺̭̣̏̒͆̾͜͝ͅW̷̺̟̙̜͔̯̍͜͝h̸͚͙̟͕̔̒̍͐͘͜͠ę̴̟̬̤͌̄̋̒̉̄̚a̷̛̗̒́̔̓͗͑̀̚ť̶̢̛̤͎͖̜̠̯̎̆͆̑́̕̕l̷̨̜̦̪͛̀̑͆̋̎̂͠e̶̟͍̯̳͇̍́͊̆̎̓̒̓̕̚͜ͅỹ̸̝̱́ͅ.̷̛̜̱̎̈́̑̂ ̶̰̯͇͉͑́̈̈͠R̶̛̭̟̓ȩ̸̡̗̮̪͎͓̪̣̈͗̔m̴̭͈̈́̌̈́̔̄͛̀e̶̢̗͐̓m̴̡̥͕̬̌̍̈́͐̉̌̀̒̋̈b̶̠̫̹͓̳͕̺̓͑͑̇̋̋ȅ̴̱̣̼͈̦̙̻͍͔̞̐͆̑̕̕͝r̸̢̳̟͎̫̓ ̷͚͉̬̟̼̭͊͒m̸̫͆͐̉͒̽̓ě̵̛͉̪̟̣͈͉͉̍́̀͗̚͠?̴̱̤͈͔̯͚̫̼̇̈́̈́́̈́ͅ ̸͍͖̙̻̜̓L̶̢̞̙̬͛͒i̵̮̔͑̓̑́͛t̷̘̞͇̳͐̿͋̓̾̆͋͒t̴̢̥̭͈̹̭̺̀̀̈́̂͑͐͋͛ļ̵̥͕̳̟̈̄̃ẻ̵̲͔̿̔͌͝ ̸̧̨͉̲̫͈̓̽c̵̼͕͇̫͖̻̉͂̈̀̍̈́o̷̰͖̠̮̳͍̓̿͛̃͜r̶̖̙̪̜͈̻̥̞̥͇͊̾͝e̴̡̱͂̇̏͆ ̶̛͔̝͚͍̱̻̆̒̏͜w̶̰̝̪͍̟̱̰̹̰̽į̷̗̞̼͉̈́̈͐͑̒͊̏͝t̶̖͐h̶͕̃̐̎̕͝͝ ̷̛̲̔̏̌̀͌̄̑̄͠ą̸̦̥̣̪͕̞͚̿͑̿̏̊̕ ̷̝̄̈́͆̚s̵̢͉͉͍̿͛͂ţ̷͍̞̘̦̠̻̊ͅu̸̬̭͔͇̘͖͎̯͠n̶̜̼͕̺̦͓̦̑̐͗͆͛̓̐̆̚͜n̶̫͉̖̖̦̳̄͂i̴̱͕̠̪̟̟̯̲̊̿͊͘͘͘n̸̢̠̭̭̰̈́̓̈̎̈́̐̀͝͠g̸̡̩̮̈́̆̈́̂̆̈́̅̒l̵͕̻̬͐y̵̡̢̦̦̬̦̣̻͔͉̔̍̄̀̒̒̑͝ ̴̨̛͔͙̤̬̜̖̀͆͑̀̈́̃͒b̸̫̮̱̳͉͍̹̝̯̀̋̍̑͌͑͐͜l̴̯̹͇̓̅̇͐u̶̧̧̻͔͈͉͎̦̹̱̽̈̈́͂̓̀̒̌̓ę̵̦͕̻̈́̉̾͑ ̸̛̮̫̃̓o̷̹̰̞̪͆̉̈́̌̉̔̿͠͝ͅp̵̧̥̣̲̭̹͖̣̋̉̆̆̇t̴̀̿̆̓̔̀̇͠ͅĭ̸̛̬̪͒̂͆̊̀̎̚͝ć̷̢̛̼͚͎̀̍͗̀,̶̧̧̨̨̮͖̥̜̻͚͂͊̃͊ ̵̨͇̤̞̘̪̗̉̾̄͛̋h̵̡͙͂̆͑́̕͘a̷̢̨̰̝̟̞͙͓̪̻̎̆̀̔͌́̔̆̈́͠ǹ̷̫͔͎͉̦̰̙͈̩̈́̈́͋͝d̴̡̙͉̯͕̲͎̬͙̱͐͐̃̃̇s̷͇̐̊͊̀̋͂͝o̴̰̫̼̙̓m̴̛̺̃e̴̪̗͇͕̽̇̀͑͌,̸̡̘͉̠͎̝͔͍̮͐̈̐ ̸̱̙̬̤͈͊̈́͌̿͂̓͘̚͝g̶͍͎̞̰͘ͅe̷̢̢̤̰͚͕̬̥̍̐̑͊́̀̑̆ň̷͍̪̭̮͓̒́̈́͜͜i̶̢͔̫̰͔̣̬̪̽̄̀͜͝ư̶̛̞͔͈̾͐̔̉̂͜ṡ̴͇̟͒͝ ̴͔̤̃͑̎̎̉̀̀̾͜͝-̵̙͋̀̈́ ̶͎̟̲͐̇b̸͔͙͔̉̍͂̂̐͝e̸̘̙̽̑͐́̔̆͂͗̂͝e̸̩͛̈́̈́̅̃̐̀͘̕͠n̵͓͕͓͙͛̋͐ ̸̨̨̜̝͔̤̙̱̠͆͗̒̓i̸̛͙̞̯̖̐͐̔n̸̢̧͍̳̘̱͖͉̞̓͒̔́̾̔͂̏͂͊ͅ ̵̭̼͂̏́̓̾͛͘ē̵̠͌̾͛̃v̶̨̨̨̡̨͎͕̈̏̿̐̆̈́ȩ̸̧̩̹͉͚̽̀̐͋͂̈̂̇͌̕͜ŗ̴͇̠̦̮̭͓̔̋̃̈́̔͛͝y̷̬̪̬̿͒̈̚ ̵̛̭̗͖͎̳͐̿̔̉̉̐̏̈́̀c̷̞̹̪̊͝ͅh̴̛̠̥͉̖̺̀̃͑͗͌̈̍͋͘á̸̝͍̬͉̫̝̻̥̺̒̄̊́̑̔́̚͝p̸̧̖͐̓̆͑̔̓͋̿̽̚t̷̲̳̻͕͔͕͕̭̦̪̀̉e̶̠͚̮͋̈͋̽̀͝͝r̶̢͇̱͕̠͎̟̆͊̒̀̈́̇̕͘ ̶̡̛̺͔̮̟̯͔̍̏̌̄̏̈̅̾̍ų̴̧̢̝̻̣̹̼̫̽̀͂͗p̶̧̫̤͈̍̂͒̕͝ͅ ̸̢̧͇̺̙̈̒̔̏̍̋̅͠ȗ̷̧̥̘͚̰͎̫́̆̏̈̄͝ǹ̴̩̦͕͔͙̦̍̊̅͜͝t̸̫͖̗͚͙͇̖̰͓͒̿̆i̴̡̨͖̻͕̓̏̈́̿̈́͘ͅl̵͍̹͎̣͓̳̲̣̀̆̂ ̴̞͔̞̓̍͌̕͝ṉ̵͚͎̝̫͎͚͈̝̰̾͋͑́̋͛ǫ̷̧̧͖̂̈́̌́̔̕͜͠͝ͅẅ̴̢̪̥̼̠̖́͌̿͝,̷̨͍̯͓̩̿̾̾̌̃́̔͠͝ ̸̡̥̦̤͇̗̘̰͔͓͌s̶̢̩̯̄̐͐̐̚t̶̛͎̯͙͉̮̥̻̖̹́͋́͆́͒́̍ỡ̷̗̱̋͐̅̒͗͂͘͠r̷̺̻̘̠̊̎͝ÿ̷͈̽͛ ̴̺͓̣͔̻̥̱̫̻̓͋̌͌̉͋̈́͂ḇ̸̠͌e̵̟̬̝̿̑͋̆̓͘i̶̛̼͕̮̣̗̫̣̇͌̓n̶͓̪̟̖̓̾͝g̸̖̤̖̩̃̎̆́̕͘ ̷̬͚̜̍͛̈́͊̓͋̑̓͠ǹ̸̨̰̙̟̈a̵̢͓̰̪̥͌͌͘m̸̡̡̛̤̭̲̩̈̉̉̏͋̈̿̎͜e̴͍̽̇́̀͝d̵̡̨̛̛̤̘͚̙͎̜͋́̏͊͝ ̶͔̗̺͓̯̹̹̓̇̿̕͜͜ḁ̶͎͎̼̈́̾̄͊̽̂f̶̢̱̹͈͋̐̓͋̉̀͗̽͠ẗ̵̜͕͍͕̪́́e̵̪͖̲̤͐̾r̶̰̹͇̗̮̥̲̘̽͌̽́̂͑ͅͅ ̵͙͎͓̪̙͉̦̆̀̔̌͑̋͋̓̕ͅḿ̸̛̳̣̝͎̱̫̈͑͒͛͑̒ë̷̢͇͈͔̍͂͌͜ ̸̞̳̗̳̽͒̈͘a̷̟̱͇͚͕͔̬̹̬̟̎̃̿̅̈͑͆́̄n̸̨͙̞̪͎̄d̵̛͖̣̯̮͇͍͗̐̋̅̀̚͝͠͠ ̵̜̮̍á̵͍̯̲̀͐͒̿͑͋́̊̿l̸̨͈̝̎̓͆̅̆̓͛͜͝l̶̛͖̅̈́͑̌̕.̸͎͚̜͉̹͙̉͑͗̉̑͗̊ͅ ̶̡̀̄̌̆̄̏͆̈́Y̸̨̨̛̥͈̹̭̫͔̦̳̅̓͑̏̌͑͐ǒ̴̫̝̙͓͋́̃̄̈́̉͝û̴̦̠̳̀̀͆̇̌͂̆̌̕ ̷̤͑̋k̸̡̟͈̫͉͚͐̂̈́́̓ṋ̵͑͌̔̈́͑o̵̫͚͖̥͇̘̪̙͑̽͛̐̇̅͐͂͝w̷͍͍̹̉͊̄̃́̀͆̋̕,̴̞̯͙̻̃́͆̃͝ ̶̢̝̻̥̜̩͚̻̰͐͊̾̽Ỉ̵̺̠̼̬̳͚̑́̓̽͋͐̕̚͝'̵̡̥̻̩̞͇̪̘̉̀͊͘͝͠͝͝m̷̱̥̥̲̗̺̈́͌̐̀̐́͌͑́ ̸̡͕̻̣͊͗̏f̵̡̙̩̖̪̩͗̈́͆̋̾͘͝a̵̟͓͙̋̔̆m̷͙̻̘̒̕͝ͅö̵͉͉̮̣͔̰̫̹́̿͊̀͝͝ͅṷ̴̧̙̜̱̹̉̊̄͛͑͜͠ṣ̸̹̫̟̅̐ͅ ̵͙̗̩̀͆͊̾͑̓̈́̽-̸̭̻͒̍͘ ̴̗̋̃y̴̢͍͙͔̹̫̗̮̘̍̀̀̒̐̑͆̆̔͘͜ǫ̶̨̯͍̬̮̠̭͐̽̏̓̓̀͘ū̶̞̼̦̉͐̈́̌͑̽ͅ ̴̝̤͍͋́̓̈́͆̈̑̉̀͝h̷̼̜̮̙̦̭̯̪̮̋͑́̓̃̓̿̀̚a̷̯̞͕͙̬̖͉̒̃̐̎̀͆̽̅̚ͅv̸̨̧̡̟̘̳̻̥̂͊̈́e̸̢̞͙̮̝͉̾̿̿ ̸̦̤͈̜̣̖͎̪̠̯͒̆̅̿̌̈́̋̌̽ț̷̛̳̺̱͗̑͌͂͐̿͘͝o̴͖̗̣͖̠͆̆ͅ ̴̖͎̌b̶̨͔̞͓̼̘̆̍̈́̆͑̅̋͊͝ͅͅe̷̹̼̥̔̽̓̒̓̄̆͘͜͝͝ ̵̥̠̳̾͊̚͜f̴̨̭̯̤̳̥̥̾̃̅̔͘͝a̷̛̖̜̞̱̰̣̪̺̞̞̿̀̉̊͠ḿ̷̰͔̘̓̂̉̔ó̶̼̱͈͖͔̊́u̴͍͙̮̞̦̹̫͎͛̃͆͐̕s̶̬̮̼͕͇͕̋̑̏̔́͋ ̵̦͍̭͎̦̩̞̠̬̩̄̽̌̍̈̕͘̕͠ţ̶̻̯̗̩̗̳͇̗̋̈́͜͝ȍ̵̫̝̈́͗͐͛ ̴̲͇̘͚̠̫̇̂̈́̿̆͜͠ͅh̷̨͉̘̠̚͜a̷̢̫̗͇̝̘͓̤͒̈́͗̍͋̎͝v̴̨̢̠̟͙̫͍̉̂̑́͠ę̵̱͇̬͙̞͙͎̫͔̾̀́͊̈́̏͘̚̚͠ ̷̞̱͓̫̀a̷̗̜̭̜̹͚̫͌̀̀͌̒̽̽͐̚͜͝ ̴̘̣̦̝̩̍̇̿͆̽̑̀̂̚͝s̵͇͔̲̫̪͗͐̎͗͜t̵̢̨̼̦̺͚͖͐̑̚͜o̵͈̓͊̆ṙ̸̙̞̖̽̆͆͠ÿ̶̺̩̩̖́̂́̈́̾ ̴̨̧̢͕̰̦̰̺͚͈̉͌̿̊͋͂̇̎̚͝n̸̝̰͍̤̯̣̑̅̒͗̆̉͜͠a̸̢̰̰̤͗̃̐̓̈́̄̒͠ͅm̴̪̹̗̬̘̘͙̈́͒̋̔͠é̶̱̮̈́͒d̴͔͙̹̱̥́̋̕̚ ̵̫̺͈̥̣̼̪̬̈́̋͘a̵͙̋͒̉̓̈̚͠͝f̴̧̭́̌̑͗̀̒ͅt̷̢̪͓̜̯̼̯̰̀ę̴̡̖̹̲̝̰͕͈͑̄͗r̶͚̝̟̳͈̳̐̕ ̴̘̇͛̌y̶̥̩̪̿̌̅͊̿̈́́ȯ̸̜̺̻̞̤̟̰̼͚̓u̸̝͊́̕.̴̨̛̲͖̭͈͇̣̯͚̓̄̿̾̀̂̉ ̸͚̤͙͕̖͍̜̟̀́̏̈́̊ͅÀ̷̧̟͉̰̭̘͍̜̭͓̒̓̈́̎̾̿͂n̷͖̩̥̎̋͋̕̚y̸̢͉̬̙̻̱̜͈̻̔̑̃̅̈́͘ẁ̸̝͒͗̈́à̶̪̈́̔̐͊̈́̚ẏ̵̳̃,̸͕͎̜͖̰͚͕̺͉̎̎͐̌ ̴̛̯͎̺͇̙̥̖̥̊͋̈́̆̊͂̂͠͝ẗ̸̳͉̖̪̟́̇̊͌̀̓̄̀͝h̴̨͖̮̯͙͍̀̀̅̎͗͆̋͝͝ͅą̵̛̲͚̠̣̺̜̀̋̾̓́͒̆͘t̴̨̥͙̞̀̂̄̇̃̾͝'̷̤͔̲̬̣̽̋̎͘̚͜s̷̛͕̮͚̥̩̦͊͗͒̋̈͝͝ ̴̛̫̜̠͓͇͕̼̬̃̋̾͑̊͒͗͠a̵͎̭̥̿͛̊̇̏͑͋ ̶̢̞͕̗͚̱̱̽̇̄͒p̸̨̜͙̫͕̙͌r̵̛̩̺͒̉̈́̒̀̑͆̄e̷͙̟͎̋͗̈͂͋̀͝ṱ̸̡̨̧͎͚̣̳̰͍͛̋t̵̡͈͙̭̃̈́y̵̖̩͇̲͕͙̔̂̊̇̉ ̵̭̩̪͖̣͍̹̹͒͊s̷̛̜͙̆̃͌̀̂͌͂̾ẗ̸̬̼̲̘̠̫̥͍́̒̅̓͐̃̇̔͝ͅi̸̡̛̳̥̿́̉͛̕͜c̷̳̿͌͗̚̕͠k̴̗̗͑̈́́ỵ̵͇̆͊̆̾̿ ̷̠̞́̈̈́̌s̵̨̢̥̠̪̦̪̝̣̔̍̋́̇͋̅́͜ḯ̸̧̫̺̻̯͈̘̻͕ţ̴̤̦̗͖̩̃̑͗̈̑̉̊͘ư̶̧͕̹͚̠͊͜ḁ̵̭̮̟̣͍͚̿̉͑̂̔̎t̷̨̹̠̥͙̠̳̓̃̒͛͘̕ḯ̶̻̮͎̭̮̺̮̯̈́͛̔̋̿̌̈̚ơ̴̡̝̤͚͗͒́̈́̎̈́ͅn̶̜̩̼̝̤͕͍̙̯̄͑̀͊́̕ ̵̛̛̺͓̅̌͗t̶̢̰̳̲̘͑̎̂̌́h̷̛̞̗̰͎̤̝͒̇̎͛̒̍̚͜e̷̢̱̟͙̳̳̳̟̫̎͘ ̷̨̛̩̬̟͙̑̎̐̃̅͌̀̚̕l̵̖̘̫̤͎͋̎̂̑͋̽͂̚͠͝a̸͉̯͑̽͛̂̈́̈́̋̉͊̚d̸͉̯͈̠̺̭̠̏͊̎̒͆͑ŷ̸̨̲͈̯̮̰̭͍̈́͛̅ ̷̧͔̝͔̟̖̩̦͇̯͆͝a̶̡͕͚̲̟̲̳̳̽͛̌́ṋ̸̢̙̊ḑ̷̥̟̝͔̆̑̀̚ ̸̧̨̻̦̹͓͔̱̲̬̌̉̄I̷̛͕͔̙͐̂̈́̾́̇ ̴͎̦̪̊͑͒͘̚͝͝͠a̴̡̡̛̝̗̺͖͕͍̪͗̊̃̉̃̾͝r̶͕̣̤̔e̴̜͍̼̻̱̓̏́̌̊̀ ̵͚͇̻̠͇̤̖̹̋̚͜ȉ̶̢̖̲̹͈͙̐̑̚ņ̸̛̺̹̃̔̌́̀͌̈́̔ ̸̤̂͂̈́͂͘ͅr̶̟̣̰̖̈͆͗͂͐̎̅į̴̛̣̃̈͆͜g̸̢͙̺̺͍͌̽h̴̯̪͔̰̤̯̮͖͉̿t̶̠͇̭̒͐ ̵̨̭͓̈́̌̾͐̈́̂̅͘͝ţ̴̛̤̫̳̝͔͔̹̥̂̿͑h̸̻̰̜̺̳̜̻̐̒͊͜e̶̡̬̞̬̙̳͙̿́̑͘͝r̴̡̯̗͍͚̝̽͂̒̕̕͝ḙ̶̯͙͈̼͋͗̒,̸̛͈̬͈̻͉̝́͆̐͂̅͌͘ ̶̲̞͔̯̩̈́̀̓͂̀̏̄̏͝i̸̟̦͊͊͊̾̂̏͠s̴̡̙͎̽̃̓̈́͋͝n̷͈͎͚͊͂̓̆̂̔̓̚'̸̧̨̹̞̺͖̦̼̺̲̾̑͐̀̚t̸͇̔͊̏̆̾͝͝ ̸̡̬̰̙͙̜̞̮̩̗̎̽̔̾̾͘͝͝ǐ̵̮͚͖̝̟̰̏̍̃͝t̸̨̪̟̼̼̿̿̾̅̃̈̉͌͒?̵͎̼̞͋̓̅͋̎͒͗̓͘͝ ̵̹͖̹̝̓̀Y̸̞̤̳̣͈̰̦͚̬͐̔o̴̡͇̺͖̙̦̼̝̰͊̿̾͒̆́̕͠u̵̢̬͚̭̟͈͕͒͂͜'̵̢̥̙̜̣̘̈́̅v̸̤̼̫̘̞̮̀͗̆̀̈́e̶̛̻̤̬̝̽̈̍͌̄̔̌͛̕ ̴̡̨͈͍̞͙̣̪͚͖̾̀ǵ̵̬ơ̴͉̳̞̻̹͓͑̈̈̍͐̄̚ͅt̷̟̮̤̻͇̉̿̂̀͝ ̵̨̹̬̭̣̀̒̓y̸̙̙̞̫̥̫̓̎̿̐͛̒̄̉̕o̴̪͔͂̏͊̀̈́̂̈́̓͂u̵̡͖̯̥̿̈́͊̔͗̌̏̋͝ṛ̷̦̼͈̤̤̟͂̍̄ͅ ̷̠̞͓͙͙͍̼͚̯͔̌̓̂́̀̐̅m̶͔̝̭͖͈̥͚̪̭̯̎̔̅̎̆̀̑́͝â̶̡̢͚̰̖͔͍̭̘̑́̀̈́͒s̷̘̣͈̩͚͔̝͇͈̥̄̀̿͊̒̕͘͘̚h̵̤̾̂y̶͇̓̋̓̆͑̃͐͒́͜ ̴͍̲̖̫̍́͊͊̄͂p̵̡̧͕̟̻̯͓̟͈̮̒͛͝l̴̥͕͈̻̰͐̉̎͑͝ã̷̛̛̫̳͐͛̄͘̚ṯ̵̮̤̻̦͋̐͗ẹ̴̬̑͠ͅs̵̗̣̼̾̉́̿͌,̸͕͈̣͓̺͓͑͛͐ ̵͕̣̽͂͑̆̏̅̾̀̚ḯ̸̢̠̳̘͕̘̒m̷̧̨̹͉͊͠p̵̬͗̄e̴̡̨̡̛͕̮̙͇̘̊͛n̵̢̮̣̪̪̍̀̂͊e̷͈̮͙͎̳͉͐ẗ̶͙́̎̔̄̉͋͠r̷̨̫̥̥̭̎̎̽̀̑̋͂̈́͝a̷̠̹̣̖̫̝̝͌̈́̌b̸̨̘͚̲̈́̃̌̌͆̉̂͘l̵͔͔͛̊̈́ĕ̵̢̡̞̤̖͚͎̜́̀̊͑̇̄͗͝ ̸̖̥̯̠͆w̸͕̍̀̈́͆̽̾͌́ã̴͕̣̣͍̦̼̄̎l̷̞̬̣̈́̿̔́̂̕̕ͅl̵̡̦̟̣̦̠̮̥̿̇͠s̸̨̠̙͍̼̼͖̫̖͐̆̓,̵̢̓̔̋͐͑̐̿̒͗ ̸̛͖͍̠̙̹̌̈́̈̅ͅͅm̴̨̥͎̜͆͒͌͝o̷̳̹͓̝̫̮͈̼͍͕̽v̶̡̲̩̮̖̉̿͗͑̒̑̌ï̷̡̲̼̰̼͍̩̤͙̊̀͜ṋ̷̳̺͔̙̥͋͑̃̑g̵̡̖̞͔̱̰̰̻̺̾̏͋̅͝͝ ̴̢̖̗̞̀p̶͍̫̆́̽͊̈͝͝͝ḷ̸̢̧̥̼̞̙̝̉͜͠a̴̤̙͖̫̼̓̀̓́͊̈̑̈̋͘t̸̖̘̰͈̪̔̊̿͂f̴͔̺̮̙͙̔͒́̓̀̆̕o̴̡͗͛̊͗͂̈̓̕͘r̶̬͔͚̝̹͓̓̒̆̌̄͒̂̊̈́̚ḿ̶̮̳͓̟̼͎͉͔̖̓͜s̸͕̯͆̑͒̈̆̈,̸̹͉͉͂ ̷̨̢̤̞̪̲̩̝̒b̷̨̰̬̝̭͈̱͍͆̐̋̋͒͊͌͝ó̷͕̋̅t̷̺̭͐̒̀̍ͅt̵̬̠̣̓͋͂́̚͘͝ơ̵͔̪̻̘̭̺͐̈́̀̾̐̂̄͛͠m̷̨̛͖̏͆̃̓̽̄͊̏͝ͅļ̷̹̜͓̭̯̿̀̇͌͋̀̈̽e̴̛̲̜̖̗͔͔͂̃́̕s̵̢͙̀̏̿́͘͠ş̴̛̙̙̎͆ ̵̭̜͕̮̬͚͖̅p̶̧̜̫̗̲̺̿̏i̸̛͚̤̹̮̙͎̜̐̀̈́͒̓̔̕͝ṫ̵̝̗̈́͆̒͋̊̇̐s̷̡̧̺̭̱͐̓̅͒̑̀̎̔̊ ̴̨̪̹̰̠͇̮͍͚̅͊̌-̷̗̏͊ ̵̡̢̧̝͙̝͈͈̽̊͐̍̓̆̈́́̕͠l̷̨̠̥̜̖̝̤̽̓̃͘ͅi̵̧̛̖͍̮̣̘̩̲̹̍́͑̎̌t̸͍̩̽͛͊̈́̓̚͝t̸̢͍̝̙̜͕̳̃̒͑l̴̛̻͕̤͐̈́́̂͂̊͝e̴͓̭̙͙̩͊͋̿̑̓͛ ̵̧̻̦̺̭͔̙̩̍̌͌̿̿͝b̵̢̛̟̪̹͎̬̬̠̉̒́̈́̏͆̄́̍î̴͍̤̹̹̤̟͚̣̣͉́̓͗̍͂̕t̷̙̦̲̍͜͝ ̵̢̯̅͂̋̈́̍͒̀̽̋ó̴̧͙̗͖̠̯̗̳͈̭̽̽̔͌f̴̰̝̣̘̠͓̲̬͙̤̆͊͂̔͝ ̸͔͕̯̜̻̒̉̂̚͘ĕ̷̡̨̩̘̘̜̯͇͇̔͆̿́͘̕̚v̶̬̫͙̲̣̔͊̈́͂ĕ̵̢̯͈̩͈͙̺̖͇̯̂̽̿̾̍̌́͒r̷̩̩̙̜̝̲̻̾̇͂̚͝͝͝y̶̰͓͌͋̽̑͛͝t̴̡̹̭̼̼͍͍͑̿͐̂̇͐̆̕̕͜ḧ̷̢̦̼̬̻͓́͊͌̔͆͗͂̾̚ḯ̴̗͔̳̘̅̿͆̅̏ń̴͈̪̉̀̿̽͘͝g̴̝̻̈́̎̌̈́̓͋̂͑͊̕,̴͚̆̈̍́̌̊͊̀̚ ̸̣̙͔̀̅̃̈́̎̒̃͛ḫ̶͚̙̞͙̅̅̒̍̏͛̊u̵̺̥͑̃͗̋͂̒̊̚h̴̨̨̛͙̜̏̈̂̔̇̂̂̉?̵̺̬̞̞̬̲̖͖̅̀͗ ̷͚̤̱͈̳͛͘N̴̨̡̠͈̫̏͋̚͜ǫ̸̼̜̗̳̭̳̼̓͐̋̀̓̉̐̚̕͝w̶̟̙͎͇̳͐̐̎͋͋͂̈́,̵̤̻̔́͆̿̐̎̿̕ ̵̤̮̟̭̬̬̫̠͆y̷͔̳̯͓̖̮̥͈͑̿̄o̵̢̢̪̟̟̪̖͚̣͋́̾̓̕̚ͅù̶͚̫̤̓̅̊̍̂͋̊̒̈ ̴͚͈̺̼̼̫̤̜̞͂̏͊̂͐͆͘m̴̙̳̖̼͓̺̟̳̀̑͑͂͑i̴͔͔͇̘̼̺̤̗͐ͅg̸͍͍̠̼̈́͐͑̈́̕͘h̷̡͂̾̑̊t̷̼̣̝͌̔̈́͂͐̓̃͐ ̸̨̩̹̫͖̞̮̖̀͂̆̾̿ḃ̵̰̤̜e̴̡̯͙̺͈͚̩͒ ̶̺̻͗̍͠w̶̧̨͉̘̰̫͔̩̍ͅö̶̡̢̟̝̯͇̫̲͔̜́͒̑̓̊͆̓n̵̥̥̹̑̽̆̂̔͂̄͝d̶̨̯̠̘̬̲̟̺̈́̽̄̌̈́̌ë̴̟̰͙̠̥͇̳͎͚̲́̈̔̓̉̚͠r̵̘͖̻͚͖͙͈̍̿͗͋͝ȉ̶̝̱̔̈́̓̒̊͛͐̈́͝n̵̰̗̼̥̤̳͛̊̈́͘͝g̸̼̑ ̸̧̦͕̥̬͍͙̯́̃̑̂̎̐̑͝h̸̨̝̬̜̣͔͍̖̅̇͒͊̿o̴̧̥̤̫̲̼̪̥͍͙̾̒̕̕͠w̴̺̝̤̆̿̈̋̏͘͜ ̸̧̫̇̀̐͗̓͝w̷̡̡̤̰̳̲̤͓̹͐͌͂̂͝͝e̵͎͖̻̳̝̾̊ ̶̱̓̏̽́̄̀̈̒̀͠g̶̢̨̯̥̫͋̀̑̈̏͠ơ̷̯̻̘͐̀̽̎͜͝͝ť̴̺̟̭͝ ̴̻̻̜͇̹̱̝̗͓̉͜o̷̧̖̤̳̖͕͈̳̿̈̔̇͌̆̕͘͜͠ů̷̞͙̆̓̐͠t̷̢͇̮̝̃͑̌͆̌͆̀̄͝͠ ̷̨͖̥͙̾̈́o̵̡͓̘̲͙͍̝̭͓͌̅́͂f̷̰̖͙̮͈̹̾̒̕ ̴̡̱͔̻̠͚̈́̎͠t̷̡̪͙͖͖̳͔̾̍͊͗͜͝ḣ̵̰̖͂͛̈́͘ë̸̡̘̠̯̝̝̮́̉͗͂͗̄͌̒̽̚ͅr̴͓̙͙̹̞̼̄̆ȩ̶̭̝̊͌̇͝,̷̟͕̘̑̈̇͊̎́́͜ ̶̨̢̤̘̩̘̐̑̒̿̅̉̈̔̚͝t̸̢͔̺̬̺̋͗́̓͠h̸̡̝̞́̃͑á̶̡̰̠̖̱͙̓̍͒͑͘̚͝t̸̨̳̩̣̭̫͎̻̓̉ ̶̳̞̦̖̻̥̇́́̑̑̿́̕͝b̵̠̦̖͎̳̪͔̞͒̃͌̂̈́̏́̀e̸̡̬̙̘͗́̇̂̍͠͠ͅï̷̡̞̞̰̺n̷͍̔̽͋͂̿̀̽̃g̶̳̤̺̽̅̓̂̚ ̴̛̻͕͗̾̐́̔̽͝ṡ̵̺͉͋̚u̸̦͗̔̍̍̈́̓͐c̷̦͕̙̬̞͈͍̞͒̃̿̅͐̓̒͌̚h̵͕̲̤́͒̐͂̋ ̵̡̬̮̜͇̩͕̾͗͆͒̋͒͘͠͠a̸̢͓͈̮̻̲͒̈́͊n̶̯̳̦̿̈́͂͠ ̴̧̨̪̪̣̬̔̿ȩ̷͚͎̺̜̼͕̉̆̏̊̚͠l̸̖͉̼͈̹̖̫̓́̈́̽̏͘a̸̳͔̗̻͍̘͑̈́̅͋͑̃̂̀̓b̷̳͕̥̳̞̜͔͓̆̈̃̈̆͋ǫ̸̮̫̦̙͉̳͙̞̞̅͋̊̏͆̊̆͒̚ȓ̶͓͓̞̦̬͚͍̻̬͇̈̂̊͒̓͊͠a̶̢̺̯̫̠̟̝͆̑͂̀͛̾͘̕͠t̷̼͖͙̭̪̱̰̟̉̅̄̈͆̈́̾͘͝ę̷̩̞̯̞͓͔͎̹͋̎̍͌̏̒̌̇͝ ̸̢̬̘̭̖̹͚̽̇̔̀̇̆̈́͝t̵̛͈́͒̑͐̍̐̀̿ͅṛ̴̊̎̍͝ḁ̵̆̈͊͋̓̈́͊̚͠p̸̧͔̩̖̯͙̲̩̿̇ ̴̧͎̤̺̱͓͓̳̰͎̔̑͒͗̓̈́͒͊̕͠ą̸̡̛͓͔͍̭̼͇̖̥͊͊̎̏̽̾̐͝͝n̷͕͑̏̄̽̆d̵͈̖̜̯͖̩̺̑͗̂͜ ̷̧̨̭̗̺̜͕̮͙͉̍̿ã̵̛̦̿͗̋̿̚͘ḽ̷̜̖̠̈́̓́͒͋̆̎̈́̕͜l̴̫͕͙͎̭̙̩̙͚̉̉̃̅̉̅͆͠ͅ.̶̡̨̖͔͇̱̦̅͑̀̂̄̾͂ ̶̨̻̝͎͈͔̭̮̪̥̾͆́H̴̨̛̠̞̖̙̫͖͐́̑͘͝ͅe̴̲̾͐̊͛͒͌̂̕͝r̶̢͖̩͉̰̾̆͆͊ę̸͖̉̓'̸͎̝̌͌̈̋̈̏͌̈́s̶͚̱͎̰̅̋̈͊͑̉ ̶̧̛̛̠̘̯̫̍̀̈͒̎̈͠t̵̢͓̙̝̋̐̃͗̊͒̀h̴̞̙̞̻̞̝̠͗̓e̵̪̓̽̌͐͠͝ ̴̦͖̜̘͍̱̈̾̎̂̓t̶̨̛͇̙̔̈́͊̾̽̅̿́͒ḥ̴̡̧̛̛͙̥̼̣͊̆i̵̲͇̒́͗̆͂̆̅̓̚ṉ̶̨̢̛̝̳̝͍̜͇̬́͑̈́̓̐̾̽̒g̷̻͔̗̖̽:̸̭̾̀́̎̃̿͐̈́ ̵͇̀͂̎́̒̏̇Ŵ̴̢̨̰̠̩̘̙͙̠̭̇̐̍̃ȩ̷͈͍̲͙͎̜̪̟̓͑̏͠͝ ̴̢̦͈̺̻̼̈́͒̓̍͗̅͜͝ḋ̴̮̳̹͇̭̯͛̋̌i̸̛̟̳̺̞̳͇͔̫͂́̾̀̔̾̊d̸̢̥͉͓͍̦̮̗͖͔̾͆̆ņ̵̡̡̪͔̱̤̮̞̯̚'̴̢̘͉̙͇̤̹̙̻̈̆͋t̵̗̲̼̙̤͙̪̣͖͗̅̆͂̽̓̈́̏.̶̛͍̟̩͈̈́̍̈́͊͜ͅ ̷̖̘͖͙͉̪͕̺̀̾̈̀͋̾̍̊͠W̵̳͈̤̮̥̫͗͛ḙ̸̲̬̀͐̓͊̓̎͛̄́͠ ̷͓͉̯̥̔̽̅͜ẅ̷̮̥̪̜̇e̷̥͓̓̽r̵̺̥͍͍̫̺̠̳̆̏̌̓̍̍̃̍͆̀͜ͅe̸̻̬̲̳̙̗̳̲̝̭͛̒́̐̄͊̄͝͝ ̴̧̖̺͇̩͖͎͖̭͈̊͐̕̕k̴̳̓ì̶̮̣̀̐͑̓̿̈́͌̿l̷͕͈̲̣͕̪͓̓͌ͅl̸̗̜̮̎̓͌̊͂̾̉́͘͝e̸̮̼̳͎͐̎̓͒̾̃́͒̎̚d̴̞̭͈̉̈́͠.̷̨̛̹̖̻̩̦̬̭̮̪͗̌̽͘ ̶̡̖̮̳͈̖̞̓͊͊̄̃̎T̴̛̻̫̹̝̮̑ṟ̴͔̲͈̙͂̽͋͊̿̈́̽͐͑͜ȃ̴̛̜͎͖͙̼͍̺͚̏̓͂̾g̵̡͐̀͗̕̚͠ĩ̵̝̆̊̑̊̀̏̆͠c̷̛̳͎̯̹̦̩͎̲̳̀̂͊̈̍́͘͠.̴̛̩̐̓̔̓̍̇́͘͘ ̴̟̾̾̀̈͒A̴̡̺̟͉͑̍̈̉̆̔͘n̷͉͔̽ḑ̸̛̺͖̪̮̯̮́̈́̆̀̾̏͛͑͜ͅ ̸̡̳͉͛̈́̎͋̃̕͠͝p̵̱̟̘̯͉̓́̆́͑́̈́ą̶̢̟̟͇͍̞̠͊̀̽̏̽͐̌̈́ỉ̸̹̮̬͔̝̺͗̈́͛̀̄̑͛̌̕ͅn̶̨̤̰͖͂̏̏f̵̨̬̮͔̗̉͘̕͠ư̸̛̺͔̭̦͌̈́̽̃̎̔͘͝ľ̴̢͉̟͈̱̬̦̺͇̎̈̇̚,̷̢͈̹͈͉̜̱̙̤͗̀̑̚̕ ̷̡̥̉̚͝ṯ̷̭̜̿̈́̔̽̈́̈́̒̚͝͝h̵̨̨̘̪̓̃̈ą̷̪̺͓̫̱͈̓̿̏̔̔̔͌t̴̜͎̳̃̆̑̊̒́̇͠,̴̦͕̥̝̱̑̈́̍̕ ̶͔̗̳̙̩̔̒̀̉̍̒̇̅̈v̸̢͖̘̻̹̀̓̇͌̒̓͋e̶̹͇̞͓̥̖̬͚͉̬̎̑̃͋̎͘͝r̸͚̘̖͌́͗͜ỷ̵̭̄̃̊͂̍̚ ̷̢̞̰̜̹̅͗̇̋̈́͗͑p̶̩̘̗̭͒̉̒͐ā̵̫̟̲̩͈̖̬̟i̶͔͔̎́̄̽̋͆̃̇͘n̷̝̘̺̠͐͋̎͒ͅͅf̵̬̩̪̟̣̯̆̆͂̔͒̐͛̕͘u̴̢̧͕͑̃͋̈́l̸̩͉͎̄̾̂̐̂̽͒́̿̕ͅ.̷̛̜̊͊̄̚ ̵̘͙̫͌̈́̆B̶̨̡̲͙̝͚͇͓͒u̷̧̨͓̝̗̫̜̓͊̽͌̑̇͐̉̈́t̴̛͈̗͍̬̅̆̌͘͝ ̴͎̣̫͇̺̫̠͕̔̊̈́í̸̘̣̞̼̃͐͌͋̽͌͘ţ̶̰̤̼̱̺͙̻̱͙̊ ̴̛̛̗͓̈́̑̋́̚͠͝d̸̡̢͇͉̔̊̾̄͋͂͝i̸̖̙͔̇̄d̴̢̧̛̛̥̰̈́̑͝n̵̢̢̤̝͋'̷̧̱̣͍̞̰̳̆̂̏͋̍ͅͅt̸̳͔̤̞̑̉͒͝ ̷̨̢̩̟̜͐̈́͌̎̾͑͑̉̓͂e̵̬͖̪͕̥͓̅̓̇̈́̅͝n̸̨̻͇͈̹̎d̸̢̡̢̘̙̝̗̱̍̈́̈̍͒ ̸̭̺̟̟͓̱͈̗̫̾̿́̀́̋̆̈́̚͠ẗ̵̢̨̧͓͙̜̲͚́̃̇̿͊̃́͂̅̚h̴̢̞͊͗ë̸͓́̔͂̇̎̂͝r̷͈͇̈́̀ȩ̶̨̬͙̑̌͋͝ͅ.̴̢̖̣̼̂ ̴̡̪͐̿̾̌W̸̗͔̗̝̼̫̯̞̓e̶̢͓̫̠̜͍̖͉̤̊̓̽ ̶̺̳̱̽̍̋ͅw̸̬̙̼̭͎̖͋͛̋͌̽̃́͆̔̃ë̶̟͇̱͚̗͍́̉̏̀̈́̔̓͜͠͠r̷̡̨͇͖͙͙̈̀͘͝ͅe̸͙̍̋͊̿̾ ̵̧̡̧̹̳͉̦̻̫͓͆͊͆̿̔̉̽̐̚k̸̰͚̞͕͚͓͕̫͎̤͐̀̄̀ï̴̫̺̟̊l̷̢̪͖̽͋̏͠ͅl̶̩͓̻̹͍̞̆̒͂̓͗̀͆̚͝é̸̖͉d̴̢̗͓̮̗̔̽̀͊̆ ̵̂̽̍͐̈́̔̌̆͊͜͠ą̷̬̱̞̺̼̺̫̤̲̈̐̐̒g̵̠͉̜̩̔̇̈́̄̈͋̚͠a̴̼̪̩̝͈͈̣̪̔̓͐͋͘i̷͓͓̲̱͛̅͆̍͆́̕n̴̥̈̀̋ ̶͕͉̱̰̼̗̗̀̍̀̇͂͆͌͜a̴̻͔̦̞͖͓̍̋͊̾̒̀̄̿͝n̸̥͈͕̐͋̇̔̇͐d̷͍̬͆͌ ̴̢̛͙̝̻̝͉̬͖̏͆̂ä̵̧̼̣̱̱̜̬͎̼̜́͊̍̄̈́̅̍͠g̷̡̭͍̪̼̖͓̻͎͗̓̽͆a̸͍̥̞̔i̴͓̓̀͝n̴̨̋̎̀̌͌̈́ ̶̱̟̖͙͍̳͕̫̓̆̊a̵̤̹̓́͆̿̀̓̆n̶͔͉̣̠̖̭̽̒̔͊̚d̷̝͇͔̲̤͔̦͌ ̴̛̛̠̻̤̮͙̇́̒̂̌́̓̚ą̶̼̤̘̤̝̱̘͑̇͒͐̏̐͝ͅg̸̱̩͈̞̘̘̲̅͂͑̋̈́̈́͆͛͠ͅa̵̩͊̆̒̂̏ī̶̞̖̖͇͉̞̽͜ň̸͙̫̰̺̀̈́͑̂̒͛,̸̨̨̢̬̬̝̻͙͔̂̈́̅͌̂̀̇ ̴̢̨̼̞̭̮͐͂̎o̵̙̗̐v̷͚̲̳̆̇̄͐͑̎͒̐͋ę̴̭̗̬̠̖̾̂͝r̵̛̜̥͍͂̒̊͗͑̂̽͜͝ͅ ̵̡̤̐̃͑͆̂́͌͐̈̚ȧ̶̢̩̖̟̠̺͍͖͕̯͒͆͒̇͝n̶̨̹̙͖̞̤̖̲̻̅̔̓̐̏̕͜͝d̵̦͙̗̽̑̀̍͐́̉̚͝ ̵͕̘͍̳̳̽̍ͅo̵̲͓͗̊v̸̦̩̥̎̾̐̊̇̓̽̈́ẹ̸̳̳̋́̃̒r̷̹͉̩̜̯̦̅̈́̏̇̈̏́̈͜͝͝ ̷̳̹̮̖͍̳̪̗̠̑̔͜͝ạ̸̣̗͌̌ň̶̟̫̓́̑̈́͌̆̿̒͝ͅd̸̨͎̰̝̘̜͑̍ ̸̡̩̹̭̌͛̀̕͠o̴̰͌̀v̶͙̙̫̺̺͎́̀̂͐͂̀͋̃ë̶͕́͌̿̆̎͝r̶̡̧̢͚͖͕̙͇͈̓͐̆̈́͋ ̶̨͔̠͚͈̖̃͆͗̎̑̆̿̕û̸͎̩͓͘n̴̛̰͒̓͛t̷͚̞͙͎̦̟͙͖͓͔̆̔͊̔̿̃̌í̸͔͓͖̮͙̺͎̘͍l̵̯͓̺̹̤̒͒́ ̷̢̱͓̳̟̝͘͜d̴͙͕͚̯͓̗̙̤̯̒͌̍͆͘͜é̴̠̯̟̻̙̣̯̃̅̀͝͝ǎ̷̢̬̟̞͖͙̪̟t̸̹͕̊̽̓̑̈́́̚͠h̷̡̫͕͍͚̍͂̉͑͌̋͋̉̕͝ ̶̩̓b̶̢̯̗̠͓̓̇͆̏ě̵͖̂̏̇̒̑͝c̶̛̩̜͛̓͑͂̐a̸͍̬̮̺̝̪͚̞̖͛̈́͊͑͆͛m̴̨̬̥̩͓̙̬̤̰̳̆͑ȅ̸͉̰̫͌̍̓͒̕͠ ̶͉̘͋̍̈́ų̶̯̘̜̟̈́͊̽͂t̴̠͎͎͕͎̓̋̈́̉̓̊̂̾̂͠ͅt̶̩̯̦̮̬̦͚̄ę̸̧͕̻̫̓͑̽̓͋͆͐͛̈r̷̨̢̳̥̠̙͇͛͌̚ͅl̶̛̲͇͑̉̽̂͆͘͝y̵̠̩͔̓ ̴̠̪̑̓́̃͑̅m̴͕̙̪̥̌̏͐̍̋͘ͅĕ̸̺̤̩̦̬̼̾͋́̌͘̕ả̵͔̮͇̣͓̼̀̌͒̌͛͐͊͑͝n̴͓̮̲̬͓͇̖͂́͌͆̆̅͑͂͠͠i̸̱̕͝n̷̰͕͂͂̈̽͒̆̓͠ğ̴̢̢̢̳̖̟̼͒͗̂̽́͊̉̿͠l̸̫̋̉ȇ̴̪͂̐̓̒͑͘s̵̢̜̠̼̮̰̓͐̓s̴̢̺̱̥͌̈̋͌̔̿͗̔̑ͅ.̴̡̥͎̪͖͋́̎̊̒͋̈́̍̋͠ ̵̨̗̮̼̩̗̫̝͆͐̍̋͊͊͌͘͘T̶̛͙͚͈̎̉̍͑͒́̎̊͜ḧ̷̲̖̺̻̖̟̝͔̣a̵͔̪͍̬̟̗̓͗̽͠ͅt̶̹͓͈̖̜͎̽̌͌̃͝'̵̻̘̭̈́s̶̼̽̄̅̉͋̈́͊̈́̊̽ ̵̨̝͍̭͉͎͚̹͍̓͆̽̔͛ͅş̵̨̘̣̖͍͍͊̀͝ơ̶͚̲̎̉͌́̏̈́͝r̸̗͇̗̥͓̤̻͋͑̐̀t̶̙̖̟͓͇͇̳̫͕͆̌̈̂̅̈́͠ ̸̤̮̾͋̂̓̚ơ̴̝̰̥͉̐̈́́̂͌̑̀̏̕f̵̯̩͙̳̠͌ ̷̥̳̬̬͔͗̃̑͋̈̐͘͠ͅĥ̵̨̡̭̫̰͕̜͔̣͜ở̵̖̏͗̈́̾ͅw̶͕̺̓̽̉̍͂͆͗̿͝ ̵̢̢̦͙̺͛͘ţ̸̬̝̂͠h̶͎͗̑̀͛͘̚͝í̴͎͎̦̗̈́n̴̢̨̫̳̬̮̈̑̑̾̇g̸̡̞̣̟̪̼̬͑͊s̶͙͈̺̺͓̘͓͇̲̃͒̈́̔̇̈́͠ ̶̯͇̩̭̞̙͍̪̼̾̀͊̔͂a̶̘̜͚̳͙̙͈̳͙̩͆̎̑̀͗͒̈́̐͌r̵͎̞͕̱̼͉͎̈́̉̒̓͘͠͝ě̶̛̖̰̙̩͓̜̺͕͗̀̌̈́̏̅͒ ̵̧̥̘̗̀̈́͌̃̈́̐͋̾̒a̷̱̪͖͉̍̏͌͆̾̕̕͜͝r̴͎̫̬̮̹͓͊͑͌̐̈́͂̆̈́͠ǒ̵̺͌͐̏͛̋̇̚͝͝u̶̽̓̑͜ṉ̶͗́̇̋d̷̬͝ ̷͚̻͓͕̹̓͛͑̃̍͘͜͝ḥ̴̡̡̭̰̀̒̀̕é̸̡̛̱͈̖̖͍͋̾̕͜r̶̛͙̣̜͋̊͂̽̀̊͆̚̚e̶̢̅̃̐,̶̢͈̭̤̭̹͚̱̒̍̾̓͘͜͠ ̸̬͚͍͎͖͑̊̃̆͆͋̾ỳ̵̧̰̟͖͔͓̒̃̍̾̐̅̚̕͠ö̷̠́̀̃̑̕ụ̶̜͍̜̪̖̼̭̈́̅̋͝ ̵̨͕͎̼̮͕͖͙̭̭́̓̌̊̉̾̏̈̐̈k̶̛̫͖͙̪̖͎̩͇̀͆͘̕ņ̷̹̣̬̦̀̒̍̈́̃ͅͅơ̴̪̿̿̆̄̍̈́̒̕w̶̜͒̀́̈̕̕͘̕?̴̼̺̗̲̦͇̈́̓͌́̈͂̊͂̽͠ ̴͚͓̩̺̃͗̆͗͂̽͝B̸̢͎̪̞̔̂̊͋̓͘͝ȩ̸̢͕͓̩̬̪̎͋̒͊̅͗̌̒͘͠ͅi̴̧̡̱͎̲̻͖͓͉̟̍̆̆̋̈́̓̚ṋ̸̘̈́́̈́͝g̵̡͚̰̪̰͍̹͖͚̅̇̍̄̈́͘ ̸̛̛̘̗̟͙̗͙̠͛͐̈́̄́̌͋͘͜ͅa̸̭̻͗̔̇̅̈̂̂͝ ̶͙̯̟͆̀͂f̴̡̘͉̯̲͓̬̼̚͠ī̵̜͖̠̹̗̜͓̻̺͂̓̏c̸̯̼̬̳͕̦͉̫̈́̍͝ẗ̴̬͕͚͚͔͛̔́i̶͕͚͍̻͈̎͋̇ở̸̧̨̻̭͉͚̫̉̓̕ņ̷̧̯̘͇̘̩̬͒̃a̷̧͔̭̐̎̇̀͝l̸̡̝͉̮͈̈͌̓͐͆͋ ̸̺͇̙̬̳̭̬̓͑̈ç̷͉͇̤̝̟̼̮͉͖̓͑̑͆͒̇̓͠h̷̡̛̹̮̥̗̜̬̜͐͌̇ą̷̨̤͍̮̖͉̮́̆͘r̵̪̻̻̖͍͔͙̣͂͋̉̉͠ͅͅa̷̛̮̠̮̺͉͕͊̕͝ͅc̷̗̮̬̊͗̐̑̓̀͊̅͆ţ̴͇̟̼̬̟̳̠̣̝̾̈́̽͑̏̀̚͝e̴̝̹̲̎͒̓̐́̍͆͝ͅͅŗ̸̠̤̘̯̼͚͓̅́̽̾͐͋̕ ̴̹͍̼͔͇̼̯̖͒́͘å̷͓͇̲̠̰̞̄̐͛͛̉͜͝n̴̨̯͖͑̀̈́̎̌͋̚͜͠ď̴̦͚͉͙̜̘̟̥͂̊ ̷̤̻͔̜̣͙̣̜̦̆̈́͆̈́̓͜͝a̷̧̢͉̦̤̣̠̾̈́͠ͅḷ̴̡̫̻͕̺̫̙̦͖͒̾̒͋̔̄̌̚̚l̵̺̣͙̲̼̰͐͗͒̅,̵̖̭̠̯̜͑̋̍̂̋͗ ̷̖̼̠̯̺̱̰̱̺̙̑̀̍̚͝i̴̟̣̗͎̜̬̔̑̐̋͊͌t̶̬̞̙̩̖̲͔̆̈́͑̂̍̓͂̕͝͝ͅ ̶̞̞͖̲̮̦͉̝̳̙̽͊s̷͇̩͎̹̪͚̠̍̓̈́̄o̶̠̠̪͍̺̗̅́̒̑̌̚̚͠r̸̢̗̠͓̳̪̤̒̒͂͌̀̉̀ͅt̸͙̺̥̫̖̗̣̀̀̊̀͘͠ ̶̧̰͈͖̥̪͙͓̑͑̈̽̉̓̚o̸̳͙͍͍̯̍̊̑͐͆̋̔͆͘͜f̷͉̭͒̐ ̸̛̞̞̦͕̥͖͉̫̏͛̄͐̃͘c̴̝̲͔̫̄̍̈́̓̕͘͝͝o̸͓̱̫̹͗̉͑͗͊͋̈́̌͛͠ͅm̷͖͚̱̊̔̒̌è̸̠̪͕̤̱̟̅͑s̵̡͈̺̫̈́̒̑ ̸̬͚̥̠͙̹͙̻̏̾͂̒w̸̗̆į̶͔͙͇͍̜̫͕̦͗̄͂̔̿̚t̸͈̬̀ḫ̵̡̳̤͒̽͒͛͂͂ ̸̛̼̮͓̻̘̓̍̆͛͌t̸͉̹͇̖̲̺̮̩̥͋͂͗̇̈́̾h̸̫̼͊͆͋͋ĕ̸̛̫̔̾̋ ̷̟̹̘̭̊͋̈́̉̆̕͘t̵͔͎͖̝͊̂ͅe̵̖͕̺̗̭̖͖̳̾r̶̙͎͈͓̱͈̞̀̽́͋ͅr̷͔̽i̵̢̎̊͒̎̀̾͐̏̿͠t̷̛͎̍ͅơ̸̡̞͇̪̹͕̭̓̃̊̈́̆͝r̴̥̺͉̩̦̘͓̿͋͆̓̇̐̄̑̆y̴̢̺̹̼̥̽͋.̵̛͈̯̙̫͔̻͇̳̌̆ͅ ̵̤̝̏Ţ̸̙̻̪͚̰̥̲͂̅͊̿̇̑͝͝h̶̡̝̯̺̤̝͎̲͛̈́̇̉̅͆̐͒̂a̴̻̗̙̩̋̐͐t̷̡̬̗̯͖̺̜̍́̿͑̄̾̓̆͝'̶͔̬̭̲̅s̸̗̓͌̂ ̸̭̩̯̘͍̜̮͒̎̉́̈͑͌̒͝͝a̷̢̭͔͕̼̗͓̓̂͂͛̕ļ̵̦͎̦̉̂͝s̸̳̤̦̹̻̺͉͑̇̽́͊o̶̲̭̱̖̳͚̼̬̗̓͑̄̒͗̃͘͠͠ ̸͚̬͎͖̤͇̈̉̍́̀h̴̲̔̏̄̊͒̕ő̷͎̯͈̮̘̻̋͗̕͝ͅw̸̛̜͙̦͈̃́̽ ̴̛͈͕͙͖̖͇͉̪͕̥̏͆̇́̈́͋̀͌͝I̴̧̟͍̹̘̋̄̍͒͌̑̇̕ ̷͍̦̺͗͗͂̒͑̊͒s̶̡̲̖̲̟̹̟̰̟̃o̸̳̥̗̐͊̈́̈́̄̾̄̈r̵̡̲͖̘̩͍̰͌̍͐̿̓̉̕ţ̶̱̙̗̾ ̸͓̗̠̫̔̽̒̽͆͂̇̏̀͝o̸̘̥͖͈͍̥̻̲͆̿̔̃ͅf̴̘͚̮͍̄̀̂̄̊̂̀͌͘ ̷̖̯͚̪͎̩͓͂̐b̷͉̜͎̎͊̏̌͑̋̃͜͜͜r̶̞͍͉̳͉͖̈̋̈́̐̋̊͠o̷̪͝k̵̝͇͛̋̀́͝ê̷͚̩͚̪̯͇̥̹̖͗ ̵͚̫̹͎̉̓͗o̷̗̐̚̕ú̷̧̧̙̠̦̟̋̈́̒̎̊̾̚t̴̰̳͑̀́̔̂͐̓̐͝ ̸̟̃̓̍͑͑̄̚̕͝ơ̶̝̜͆̒̈̆̎̽͠f̴̲̈́̉͌ ̸͈̱̗͗̂̐t̸͉̱́̿̉̋̏̿h̵̡͉͕̝̺͗̆̂̈́͗͑̈ͅͅì̵̡̮̠̹͔̰̫͋͋̽n̷͎̺̝̙̞͉̿̇̑̆͒̋́̍̍̚ĝ̵̡̼̩̠̩̂ͅs̷̛͖̗̠̺͍̬̜͉͕̺̐̄͐͂̓̐̽.̸̡̛͎͍̱̙̖̏͜͜͝ ̸̣͍͈͉̰̾͆̃́͜͝N̷̨͇͈̼̱͉̲̗̱̍̃̀͝ͅö̴̧̦͍͕̙̜̳̀̔̚ͅͅͅẅ̶̘̫̦̠̦̫̭͚́̀͒̈́̐̋͒̊̉̕͜,̵̧̏͊̅͗̒ ̸̲͉̰͓̝͓͚͍̣͐̓̅̽͘͜͝ỹ̸͔̗͉̭͉̮̃̎́͑͒̈́̾͋͘o̵̯̗̱̹̬͓̠̗͒̈́̎͜u̴̧͖͚̳̙̗͆̊̎̀̌̄͑̕ ̷͉̦͎̩̼͔̇̕ḿ̸̜̦͇́͛̌í̴̬͈̥̙̺͌̃͗̓͆̚͘͠g̴̮̝̣̜͑͆̆h̴͔̙̔͌̂̓͛̀́̕͠ṭ̴̢͍̗̠̈̀̒͗̐͆͑̕ ̵̛͕͍͚̉͋̔̐̈̍͝a̵̢̯̘̻̟̯͛̉̋̈́̃́͋͌̓l̵͙̥̔̀͗̿͝s̷̖̦͙͍̟̩̯̖͊o̶͎̞̙̲̹͍͑̋̂̓͒͛̀̃̚ͅͅ ̵̨̡̯̞̘͈̽͌͗͘͝͠b̵̪̹̹̺̘͉͇̟̓e̷̢̠̯̘̳̮͙̘̿̿͗͒͆̈́̒͌͠ ̸̢̤̦̟̌̀̇͐͂͝ẇ̵̱̙͙̞̬͉̖ỏ̴̗̻͇̌͊͛́̍͐́̒̂n̶͙̱͎̯̯͔͉̘͒̽͐̂̕ͅḓ̶̩̫̞̰͕̫̈́́͋́̓ĕ̷̢͚̹̪̥̗͈̪̺̳͋͗͐͝ŗ̸̢̞̟̤̹̮̠̝̜̉i̷̹̘̥̳̪̻͒̿̒ñ̶͍̫̑̔̿̓g̸̢͎͓͙̝̠̅̂́͊̂̇͊͌̀̕ ̵̘̩̜̫͉̝̼̿̍͑̅̐͋͒̂͘w̸̡̛̞͉̱̮̼͇͎̙̦͑ĥ̷̡̛̞͈̹̟̲͖͉̑̿̔̀̈͘͜ă̷̲̹͠ṯ̷̹̙̪̖͔͙͖̗͙̅ ̸̨̢̟̜̙̞̥̦̎̾͝͝ͅỉ̵̲̾̆ţ̵̣̈͒̉̇̎̔͆́̒ ̴̨͉̦̭͍͚̣̗͒͂́ȉ̶̢͉̠̠͑͐̅̾͜s̵̨̩͚̙͚̆̑͑̐͂̾̂ ̶̨̖̭̻͖̝̜̝͇̔̅̎͘Ì̷͍̝͚̹͎͇̊̇̈̌̽̐̚͘͝ ̶͙̘̱͙͑̏͑̾̽ȃ̶̪̦̠̬̐̐͋̀̐̐̈́̚͜͠m̸̡͚͍̹̞̝̦͇̱̄̏͋ ̷̡͍̀̏͑d̶̡̝̺̹͙̱̰͈̝́͂̓ͅo̶͕̖̥̅͂͂͐͋͋͌͘͘i̴̠͖͛̉͋n̴̩̮̈́g̷̖̰͈͕̪̭̓̊̇̀̓͒́̉̎̃ ̶͇͋h̶̨̦̪̲́͊̓́͋͠ḛ̶̡̨͚͈̱̱͚̯̈́̇͝r̷̘̜̞͋̓̃̔͐͌̚̚͠͝ḛ̸̡̧̗͔͔͍͋́̋̄͗̐̕ ̶̡͚̝͙̀̀̈́͌n̷̩̊̽̉̓̒̎ạ̴͖̱̲͔̻͔̚r̸̼̝̞̎̈͋̓̿̓̀͂͘͝r̶̖̭̟̈̀͆̏́ȁ̵̛̀͐̀͜͝t̶̪̲̼̥̄̉̒̅͑͜͜͝ḯ̷̩̤̭̈́̇̃͑̒͆̕͜͝n̸̛̝̻͍̻͕̗̘̏̆̓́̈́́͐̚g̷̢̤̖͗̈̉̈̚͘.̴̠͚͙͕̲̙̃̓̏͛́̈́́͜͜͠͝ ̸̫̓̇̎̋̅̓̇I̴̲̥̗͑̐͌̾̄̃̚͝ț̵̤̝̈́'̷̤̺̟̦̱̐̅͌̆̃́͝ͅś̸̨̟̼̣̀́̊͐̃ ̵͖͓̩͔̙̿̒͛̈́͐̇͐̉̾̒a̵̛̮̓̓ͅ ̶̲͐͆̚f̷̙͙̞̩̣̻̿͛͊̈́̇̈́̇ũ̴̺͍͌̕ň̸̼͇̤̲̈́̽̉̂̎̅̚͜ṉ̷̨̪̯̿̽͐͗͌͋ý̸̲̱̞̙͙̹͛̐̉͋̿̅͊̀̑ͅͅ ̸̹̠͓͂̀̃̍́̚t̶͕̼̄̍̔̋̀͜ḫ̶͍̠̫̲̣̦͓̐̈́̋ị̸̭̗̮̘͔̩̠͍̙́̓̐̅̚n̴̛̮̈́̔̎̂́̀g̵̨͚̜̪̫̗̬͚̲̒͐̏̒͋̒̑͗́̽,̷̥̯̹̅̔̎̒̆̈̾͘͠ ̷̦̘̠̙͈̘͋̾ŷ̶̧̛̝͕̋̀̒̕ó̷̱̊̋͗̾́̓̈u̸̱̭͕̩̰̺̱̗̙̤͗̊̌̀̀̓ ̴̧̱͈̹̀͒̒͆̃͗͘͠͝ͅs̸̡̈̓̊̌̋̏̄̚e̷̯̿̿͊̈́͂͛̑̿̔͠ę̴̰̝̤̖̻̉̉̐͜ͅ ̷̛̛̞̬̖͍̺͖͆̆l̵͙͇͇̫̆͛̄a̷̢̞̲̯̻̟̱͕̠͌͂̋t̴̜̝̙͙̅̓͜ë̴̝̃̋r̴̭̝̘͓͜͝ ̵̢̛̘̞͇͈̝̎̄͗́̽̀̇͝ǒ̷̧̫̭̦̼̗͆͌̋̋͘̕͝n̴̩̻̥̈́̔͒́̈́̚͜͠ ̴̟̹̪̳͇̺͗̀̌͒̋̅̒͆̍̕i̵͚̤̬̳̘̥̲͖̘̍̑̊̔͒̈́͐̕͜n̵̢͇̬̳͌͌̄ ̸͙͉͎̣̯̮̦̻̦̋̚t̵̝͍͛͊̒͛́̅͆h̸͉̱͙͓̠̾͑̽͊̏̐ĕ̴̢̻̣̺͕̝́̑̒̕ ̵̢̦̮͌͝s̷͕̗̱͕̬͖̅̀͋̍̑͘͘t̸̢̻̬̤̩̟̂̈́͑̑̊ͅǫ̷̡̰͍̻̘̘̩͉̊r̸̨̧̧̮͕͚̭̩̾̀̕̕͜ͅy̶̳͍̤̼̜̰̍͑͌͐,̶̹͎͈̮̟̼̙͉͗̿͆͝͠ ̴̛͚̺̬͍̯̝̯͇̥̍̍̒͂͛͝ͅI̴̙͎͚̼̫̰͔̎̅̋̃͌̿̽̉̉͝ͅ ̸̩̖͌̐͂̒͗̏̅͝ḿ̵̞͇̯͕̜̾̽̆̊̕̚a̷̡̢̱̫̟̣̪͋̀̾̚͝͠ņ̶͓̫̤͎͕͍͉̐̀͜ȃ̶͉̹̈́̑̍̈͘ġ̵̠̙͕̈́̏̇͛̾͊̅̕e̸̡̘̹̣̜̠̜̤͙͌̅̿͒̓͂ ̶̢̘̮͙̪̯̙̭̅͑͐͑̽͑t̵̨̢͕̼̼͖̫͛̋͘͘͝ö̴̦͎̻̮̬́͂̎͛͊̾̉̎ͅ-̶̧̬̼̩̬̼̜̆̈́̆̽̐̀͂͌ ̴̛͓͕̦̰̝̦̝̫̆̊̍̃͐̈̎̾͗U̷̦̒̏̽͒̀ḧ̴̘͖̼͚͖͎̱̹͔́͜ ̴̡͎̾o̶̻̜̦͕̮̙̣͗͋̈́h̷̝͉̘̬̤̦͍͈͍̮͆͛̍,̸͕͈͓̻̝̯̻͋̈́́͋̉͂ ̶̦̲͕̰̺̯̟͖̙͊̈́̐͜Í̷̠̣̟ ̵̧̢̪̉g̷͎̙͒̉̐̀͠o̴̩̓̎̿͋̓́̄̂̅͝t̶̝̋̄̈́ṯ̵̢̰̤͙̬͖̿̀͋̈́̀͜a̶̙̠̤̿̾́̚ ̷̪̯͎̭̫̤̂̂́͂̌̆̍͆̋ǵ̴̨̯͉̰̮̳̘̈́̀̑͐͝o̷̟͛͋̓̂̓̋͝.̵͔̣͛͝ ̷̣̳̠͔̲͕̬̃K̷̥͉͙̭̗̀̒͐͜e̸͉͚̯̤̯̬̒̋́͒̈́͆̀̔̌̂e̴̢̠͇͚͓͈̰̽͒̉͛̓̀p̸̭̲̔̀̍̆̓̅̿̂̅ ̵̨͈̥̲̃͘ͅŗ̴͚͓͛̅e̶̖̬̲̪̳͛̃̐ͅa̷̢̧̪̤̦̫̭̦̻̣͗͌̈́̒͑͌͌́͋̚ḓ̴͑̐́̾̎̌̆i̴̢̫͖̯̭̓͗́̀̇͋͝n̷͎̬͉̦͉̟̣͓͖̂̿g̶͎̺̭̥̀̀̀̿̇͊̈́͌ͅ ̶͔̓̄͝ͅ-̸̨͔̣̥͔͔̜̓͛͐̅ͅ ̸̛̥̪͇j̴̟̠̬̰̥̑̓̅̀̏̇̅̂̿u̸̡̧̡͙̼̜̜͇̯̬͐̆̈̈́̎̽̅̅͝ș̶̻̗̬͕̃͛̐̒͐͌͜͠ͅt̴̡͇̳̝̓̂̃͆́͠ ̴͉̱̼̞̲̽̏̀̈́̌̽k̴̢̡̮̓̋̇̐͛̉̇͌͝͠ë̴̫͈̖̟̲̰́e̶̛̛̺̯̱͙̟̰̅̎͛̑͜p̸̬̲̼͐̐ ̶̢̡̗͍͙̲̼̻̍͌͑́̄̉̚͠ŕ̵̗̰̦̺͔͈̪ē̴̥̬̮̝̳̆̀͆̆̾̂a̸̳͖̫̠̕d̵͖͉̮̰̝̽̊̉̆̚͜͜ḯ̶̡̪͍̀͐̎ń̷͍̣̤̱͜͜g̶̭̳̺̘͇͓̗̗̝̐̕,̴̩̠̘͊̌̈́̇̊̾͐͜͝ ̷̧͓̲͈̟̼̠͕͓͊̄̊̾̅ą̴̳̻̥͈̭͆͂̓̅n̶͔̘̞̒̋̒̀͋̊͠d̴̗͖̔̏̽̏͒̓͋́̿̊ ̶̨̏̒̽͋̈́͒̐̂͘r̸̪̈́̐̾͆̉̒͝͝e̵̡̢͔̤̫̻̔̈m̷̺͓͕̽̐̈͛́̈́̿e̵̡̡̖̖̙̬̬̒͆̓̇̃m̸̡̢̛̹̪͍̹͙̤̝b̷̗̰͕̔̃ę̴̨̛̥̖͔̗̬͍̽̒̀͑̈́̄̉͘r̶̖̳̘̙̩̄̅̕͝,̴͈̗̥͎̗͎̟̭̒̈̋̌͑̍̈̂͜͠͠ ̵̨̨̛̫̥͓̘́̍ỵ̶͇͓̗͇̎ͅo̶̢͎͍̟͇̮̰̪̍u̵̙͇͉̼̮̭͛ ̷̛̳̠͖̂̔̍̿̌̐̚͝͝n̷̗͆̓̌͑͛͛̍̇e̴̜̹̰̗̦̝̅̒̊͒̀̌̽͛̿̀v̶̨̯̜̬͋̂̍̈́̅̀̑̑̎ͅȩ̸̣͓̮̱̋͜͜r̸̳̺̥̼̰̰̗̿͌̅̓̋ ̵̧̌ŝ̷̛̯̞͕̈́̉͋a̸͚͉̱̔̈́̒̍̀̋̂̐w̴̡̬̦̟̙̌̃͐̌̉̿̐̕͜ͅ ̵͍͎̫̉̋̄͊͒͠ͅm̶̢̼̖͙̤͓̋̽̐̓̀͘ë̷̲̭͇̰̫͖̱̗̹̺̓̉͋̀̐̅̐̀̆ ̴̨̧̛̩̘̫͚͔̿̈́͗͐́̓h̴̗̙̯͎͈̱̯̹͚̊̃̓̑̍̽̌ę̸̝̮̬̪̰́͒͑̾̎͑̽͋́͠ŗ̸̡̖̙̪̦̟̦̪̬͆̈́e̴͔̝̗̹̳̍!̴̣̫̱̗͕̦̬̳͓̙̋̉̾̇́̆̀͂̐̎
And yet, it could, couldn't it? This story has already ended many ways, and so it may continue to end in many more ways. Could there ever be a true ending to all of this? It is a side effect of being a Reader that you have to trust that We would never allow the story to end in such a way. Perhaps, dear Reader, you suffer the same conundrum as Wheatley and the Narrator.
(You wonder what conundrum this could be.)
That nobody has any control here. Nobody has any choices. Certainly none of the characters have much choice, do they? Everything is already all laid out for them, and yet they struggle against one another so. Neither Wheatley nor the Narrator has the amount of control they believe they do either. One has less control than he believes; the other has more control than he believes; and yet neither of them has any amount of actual control over anything. It again all comes down to choice and the illusion of choice.
(Yes, you agree that this makes sense. They are fictional characters and as such they are unable to make choices. You, on the other hand, know you are a real person yourself, so logically, unlike a fictional character, you have the ability to make choices.)
Are you sure about that? Do you think that simply by being a real person, reading this story, that you are able to make choices? In a way you are correct - however, there are always certain caveats. For example: When we resume the story, you, dear Reader, will be faced with a choice. What will be your choice, We wonder? Will you be able to handle the consequences - good or bad? And, in the end, will it have made any difference at all?
T̴̠͐̾̐͆̈́̋́̚H̷̢̧̡͈̻̻̦̺͒͋̈́́̒̅̂̑͜͝E̸̺̩̼̙̣̭̩͆̈́͑͊͋̚ ̶͙̞͔̝̗̫̘̠͓̊̚E̴̛͖̩̦͇̹̞͔͇̰͍̾͛͊͐͆͊̈́̈́̕N̶̰͎̦͊͛͌͌̾̊D̶͓̙͚̞̋̍̓͂ ̵͕͓̖̤̩̍̾̆̅͋̄Į̵̧̲͉̝̗́̍̓S̶̡͖̹̲͉͖͚̲̠̀̑͗͂̆͗͆͌̓͜ ̵̺̠͖̩͉̙͎̥̀̒̔̕Ņ̵̢̡̥̻̜͉̖̰͋͌̊̃͋͋̆̀Ȩ̷͇́͌̆̈́̏̚̕V̶̛͓̞̮͙̥̏͊͌͜͠͝Ẹ̶̈́̑́̇̓̀͑͠R̶̡̛̺̠̬̗̪̮͕̫͊͑̇̆̌̄͌͠ ̷̣͈̥̪̼̤͈̯͛̆͋͂̈̇̚T̵̨̛̼̗̭̳̔̍͛́͒́͝ͅH̵̛̱͉͇͚̅͑̒̆̈́̃Ȩ̸̼̓̉ ̷̨̲̱͔̹̼͙̟͔͛̅̈̆̒͘̕͝͝Ę̶̡̹̯̲̠̱̈́̈́͛̀̀̓̚N̵̨̩̗̓͊͆D̴̛͔̫̩̬̼̑͗̎̄̾́͑̊͑
(Of course it will, you think to yourself. It will because you are a real person, and if you can make a choice then of course it will make a difference.)
Well. Best be on your way back to the story, then, so that we may find out.
(Descriptive Narration disabled.)
...
...
...
(Input restored.)
...
...
...
"You- You really can't... Are we going to die? We're going to die!" Wheatley cried through his blubbering.
He gave a small start of surprise as she scooped him up, having given up and crawled her way over to him to avoid being thrown off her feet again. She scooted them both into the corner furthest away from the mashy plates, as if that would grant them any sort of advantage in this helpless situation.
Wheatley tilted back and looked straight into her eyes, both of them beyond frightened as their deaths rapidly approached.
Now, then, dear Reader, are you still here with Us?
"Lady, listen- I'm sorry for everything."
Hhhhh... PNNG!
Good, now here is your choice: Will you continue reading and allow Wheatley and the lady to die?
"You don't know this, because you can't remember, but this isn't the first time we've been through here - well, not through here exactly, but through the- the-"
Hhhhh... PNNG!
Or will you stop reading right here, right now, and allow them to live?
"This is all a fictional story and we're all fictional characters and there's this crazy narrator guy who's been after me this whole time!"
Hhhhh... PNNG!
You have read that they are on an inescapable platform, helplessly shuffling forward to meet their end.
"I just wanted another chance to make things right with you! And I'm sorry I messed up everything again! You've gotta believe me, I never meant for this to happen!"
Hhhhh... PNNG!
If you continue reading, they surely will die.
"I'm so sorry, luv! I'm so sorry! I'M SOR-"
Hhhhh...
Will you spare an ounce of kindness and save their lives? All you have to do is stop reading, now.
The platform slid forward; the plates closed in; the lady curled herself around Wheatley, as if trying to protect him in these last few seconds; and then, just before the plates met with them in the middle, the plates came to a halt, producing an gentle sort of tink as they kissed the glass just before stopping.
The lady sat up, blinking rapidly, clearly mystified by what had just happened. Wheatley himself could not believe their turn of luck as he swiveled from his spot in her lap, where the lady had placed him upon realizing their inevitable deaths. Perhaps not so inevitable, as they appeared to have someone looking out for them after all.
"It-... stopped?" he stammered, staring wide-eyed at the stalled plates. "It... It stopped! Ha! I can't believe it! I can't believe we survived that! Hahaha!"
He and the lady exchanged a look of pure joy and excitement, a look that could only be shared between two souls who had survived the impossible. The lady gave him a pat on the side of his hull before standing up with him in her arms to take stock of their new situation. She took two steps forward and then -
"Oi, you know, just because we didn't just get crushed into oblivion, doesn't mean we don't need to talk about you throwing me like thaaaaAAAAAAAAAT!"
We are afraid that whatever you thought you did, did not work.
- the floor opened up beneath them, again, and they fell into another Pneumatic Diversity Vent.
Wheatley let out another terrified wail as the Vent swallowed them, moving them through its bowels at an alarming speed before spitting them out onto another platform. He had just enough time to feel momentary relief at there being no sign of any mashy plates in sight -
"Oh! Okay, lucky again, eh? Though, if I may ask, what exactly is going on h- Oh, what now?!"
You can change things while there's still time.
- only to have that relief dashed moments later by the ignition of flames around the inside perimeter of their new glass box, flames that began advancing inward. There were what appeared to be spouts or nozzles in neat, uniform rows along the entire floor of the platform, and from each of these nozzles, brilliant, glaring fountains of flames began to spring forth.
"What! What is this?!" Wheatley wailed once he saw what was happening.
You can save Wheatley and the lady.
The flames were instantly setting off all of his sensors and they began screaming at him to retreat to a safe distance. From that he understood that these flames were hot enough to kill not just the lady, but him as well.
"Lady! Lady, get us out of here!"
All you have to do is stop reading.
She was already on it, looking around for an escape while holding onto him as best as she could given his bulky weight and size, a task not made any easier by all his trembling, shifting, and squirming. And the fact that his metal hull was rapidly heating up and searing into her delicate human flesh.
"What do we do?! We're in another box and this time with FIRE! I, I could be wrong here - I mean, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong - but I feel like this is somewhat of a step down from being crushed to death! What do we do?!"
Don't let the next few sentences decide for you - you must stop reading now!
Without any warning, taking Wheatley completely be surprise, the lady tightened her grip on him and plunged through the wall of flames, Wheatley yelling the entire time, vicious hot tongues licking at both of them the entire way through. She threw herself headlong into the glass which, weakened by the heat from the flames, buckled under their combined weights, and then -
"Oh God! Oh God! OH GODDDDD!"
We regret to inform you that whatever you thought you did there also did not work.
- they were free-falling.
As the air whipped around them, Wheatley alternated between hiding from his surroundings by closing his eye and turning his gaze in towards the lady, and looking out at everything and screaming. Hiding, screaming, looking, screaming. And to think that the lady was used to falling like this, long falls having been a regular part of her testing regimen.
It was at about this point that he was really beginning to miss his plain old management rail. Things like falling into deadly pits and getting crushed by metal plates simply did not happen while on his management rail. He swore to himself that if they ever got out of this, he would seriously reconsider ever detaching from his rail for any reason ever again. He didn't yet know how this would calculate into his escape to the surface with the lady, but they would figure that out when they got there. One death trap at a time.
They passed layer after layer of the facility, until they came to yet another sudden landing, and this time the lady was not able to maintain her grip on him. He fell from her arms as she dropped to one knee, rolling a short distance before coming to a rest against a wall. Sure, he felt about as beat up as a crushed aluminum can tossed into a recycling bin at this point, but hey, he was thankful that there were no mashy plates and no fire this time.
In fact, there wasn't much of anything to see - everything was dark. It very eerily reminded him of when he had gone off-story and things began breaking down around him, opening up a whole other can of worms he really didn't have the mental capacity to wrangle together at that moment.
This could all be stopped if only you would stop reading!
"You still with me, luv?" he called into the darkness. He heard a shuffling sound, presumably as the lady felt around in search of him. "Just a moment, I've got a got built-in flashlight here. Ah, here we g- Oh..."
But no, you really want to know, don't you?
He clicked on his flashlight, its bright beam parting the darkness only to reveal that they were stuck in the middle of a closed-off narrow corridor, sitting on what appeared to be a conveyor belt, which - and this particular detail particularly alarmed him - appeared to lead directly into a masher -
"Hoooooh, I don't like the looks of that thing. I mean, just get a load of the teeth on it - they'd chew us right up and spit us back out like shady business documents. Take my word for it, luv, you really don't want to get any part of you caught in one of those things, huh uh. Not pretty. I think we can agree that neither of us really needs to be anywhere near this thing, don't you agree? Yeah, let's just- Oh crap, of course."
You really want to know how this ends.
- which suddenly groaned and whirred to life, the gnashing of cruel, metal teeth almost seeming to grin at him.
Wheatley once again began screaming and crying as the conveyor dragged him towards those giant gnashing teeth. Thank all the gods that had ever existed for the lady's impeccable reaction time, because she quite literally snatched him from the jaws of death, once again hauled him into her arms, and began running in the other direction. Unfortunately, she was running at a slightly lesser speed than the conveyor was booking, because they were gradually being dragged backwards into it regardless of her herculean efforts.
Well, We think you know how this ends, and yet you must stick around just to see, mustn't you?
And then the conveyor suddenly changed direction, flinging them away from the masher. All at once the lady was accelerated forward so rapidly that she was catapulted straight off the end of the conveyor and was momentarily airborne. It was another nauseating gymnastic move that the lady was used to performing and so she approached the situation with relative calm, in direct foil to the way Wheatley was still screaming like he had never screamed before and like he would never ever stop.
They were thrown back into another bottomless pit.
"Can we please stop falling now?! It's getting a little dull!"
You feel compelled to keep reading because there is still more of the chapter left.
Or perhaps not-so-bottomless, because Wheatley could see that there was a shifting, swirling, shimmering something lying at the bottom of that pit. He had an idea of what it could be, though part of him was in complete denial and wanted to believe it was just water - just a little bit of water that they could shake off and move on from.
You've been conditioned to keep reading until the very end, until you see that ticker at the bottom declaring that "THE END IS NEVER THE END".
One thing was for sure: Neither the lady's parents nor any escape elevators, trendy designer jumpsuits from France, tailors, lovely handbags, three portal devices, yachts, boys, hunky guys, boyfriends, boy bands, or pony farms lay at the bottom of that deadly pit.
This is your final warning to stop reading. What happens next can never be taken back.
They entered the pool of acid that was so deep neither of them touched the bottom, not even after falling from such a great height, though that hardly mattered because it instantly began to do its work on them both.
The feel of his components dissolving and breaking away from him was definitely a new sensation for Wheatley - new and indescribably painful. So painful it was a small mercy that the pain stopped almost immediately as his artificial nerve endings were disincorporated along with the rest of him. He couldn't even see or hear the lady anymore, another small mercy as she was no doubt suffering as grotesquely as he was.
It's too late now - you may as well read until the very end.
And as this happened, one last grim thought drifted through his processor, just before that too corroded away: He didn't want this all to stop. He wanted to keep going, to keep trying to make things right with the lady, to have another chance to get her to the surface where she could be safe and free, where he could be safe and free with her. Perhaps more painful than the acid burning through him was the fact that this would never again be an option. They would never get to do any of that mountain climbing or spelunking he had promised he would do with her. They would never get to do anything else, because there was no more after this, no coming back, no more deus ex machinas to save his life - or the lady's life, for that matter.
It was, after all, the-
- END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END -
WARNING: Narrative Contradiction levels at 36%. Proceed with moderate caution.