"...Something bad is happening in Fontaine at the moment, but no one wants to disclose exactly what.
...Could this be why I had the feeling that something is wrong...?"
He soon explained to the Traveler what this was all about,
After which their friend...Looked towards Paimon in thought for a few seconds...?
*It was as if this situation had something to do with her and...
...
...
He had the feeling that he shouldn't dwell on this...
*Not now...At the very...Least...
...
…
This particular bush before him...
*If he felt the presence right...
-You have found me, Father. -The bush in question suddenly started talking, its voice a little annoyed. -...I wanted to become one with the trees, just like my friends, but I am not small enough for that...So I tried to become one with the bush instead...
-It's alright, Timmie. You did your best. -Venti couldn't help but soon say, a little amused about this situation. It's not every day you get to talk to "a bush", after all...~ -You should come out now. Aren't you tired from having to stay in one place for so long...?
-...Not really...This is actually not so bad...-The bush...Uh, Timmie soon replied, sounding a little conflicted. -...Besides, staying here gave me a good lesson on how my friends sometimes have to hide from...
-They are hiding in the nearby trees, aren't they...?~ -He couldn't help but interrupt the child's very serious words, feeling quite amused now. -You said so yourself.
-...D-don't tell them that, please! -The child asked in great embarrassment, before he finally exited the bush, his expression mirroring his voice. -...They might get mad at me if they knew I revealed their hiding spot...
...
Such an adorable child...
-Of course, I wouldn't tell them, Timmie. You have my word! -The Archon soon promised, looking and sounding reassuring. -...But I still need to "find them", as you understand.
"After all, upon resuming our Hide and Seek game, it was decided I would be the Seeker...", was what he didn't add,
As he knew well that the child knew what he meant by this...
*After all, he and the rest were the ones to insist he was the Seeker for this game,
As they noticed his reluctance to resume it and soon asked him why...
...
"You should have told us about it before we started the game!"
"Venti doesn't trust us!"
"...Nice smelling friend not trust us?"
"...Wind God is being mean...But we understand why..."
"Barbatos, you could have told us!"
This and more was what they soon told him,
Looking and sounding hurt while doing so...
*He should apologize to them again later,
But before that...
-You can come out now. I know you are there. -He soon said upon looking towards one of the trees nearby, which started to suspiciously move seconds later. -...But I have to say, your camouflage ability is very good.
-He found us!
-Found us!
-He good Seeker!
-Good Seeker!
-What camo...flage...?
-...No know...
-...It hard word...
-It too hard!
-...We stupid...?
-...Me not stupid! You stupid!
-Me not! You are!
-No, you!
-You!
-No, you!
The pigeons, who were still hiding between the leaves,
Suddenly started to argue about being too stupid to understand a particular word...
*He couldn't really blame them for not understanding the word, since it was a more advanced one...
...
-What I meant to say is that you can hide really well. -He made sure to tell them in his Archon voice, completely stopping their arguing, as they soon looked between one another in some realization. -...You have a lot of expe...Practice with it, don't you...?
He soon asked them, making sure to use a simpler word,
And as they started wondering what to do now, since they got found out...
...
...
He decided to go back on his earlier recollection...
*At least, until he finds the next hiding person...
...
...
After telling the Traveler what he meant, they resumed the retelling,
Telling him about how they helped train Xingqiu and Chongyun,
How they assisted Xinyan and Yun Jin in holding another great performance,
And how they even made sure to volunteer their help to anyone who needs it...
...
"The Traveler even wrote a bunch of messages that they hung on every Bulletin Board in Liyue! They are so nice and...!"
"Paimon, stop. I am not as nice as you think I am.
...It was my way of apologizing for what happened during the last Lantern Rite...For what my Twin did..."
...
...
The Traveler felt guilty for what happened back then...
*Even though they were nowhere near Liyue at the time,
And also had no control on what their Twin decided to do...
...
...
...
"Thank you for listening to my retelling, Venti. I plan to go and see what changed in Mondstadt during the time I was away.
...Tomorrow, around Twelve in the afternoon, can you come to the KoF library...?
...There's something I need your help with, Venti."
Was what they told him by the end of their retelling,
Making him a little confused by the sudden invite,
To which he agreed to nonetheless...
...
The Traveler must have a reason for this, right...?
*They were clearly hiding something from him,
But what, he did not know...
...
...
They will surely tell him tomorrow, right...?
*Or was this also too dangerous for him to know...?
...
...
...
But the KoF Library,
That particular place...
*Was it really important or...?
...
...
...
.̶̨̛̝̱̹̯̺̦̖͌̓͒̈́͌̊̆͒̊̈́̿̾͋͐̂̎͒̀̽͘̕̕͜͠͝͝.̸̨̛̱̰̞͚̺̲̬̻̠̱̜̰̼̪̓̓̈́͑̈́̓̈́̿̎͐̂̔̐̾̔̒̐̃̑́͐̆̚͘ͅ.̴̡̧̧̧̨̲̻̘͎̠̼͚̰͈̗̝͇̠͈̜͓̜̦͇̠̝͓̪̙͋̈̽̽͌̆͊͗̋̒̍͠ͅT̷̼͍̥̦̳͉̹̩͠h̴̡͔͎̟͚̘̤̖̲̫͎͔̓̅̄̄̿͒͆͂̀͆͌̚͝͝͝e̷̢̬̤̲̠̤̓͒̔̎̓̒̉͗̂̌̓̀̌͑̐̂̍̂̌̓̃ ̸̢̨̡̣̼̣̠̪̬̟͚̼̠̦̣͖̻͍̰̦̱̐̉͒́̎̊͐̈̈́̉̊͊̀̌͛̎̒͒̀̂̓͝͠͝F̴͍̤͍͍̻̟̟̳͕̲̪͉̠͔̦̣̲̎̾͌̋͗̽͆̃̅̄͌̕ơ̷̧̙̩͖̤̻̱̠̐͂̎̽̃̽̍͊̿́̓̏̔̒͛̑̃͗̑̎̆̑̽̾̄͘͝͠r̷̗̯͔͉̘̈́̈́͗͛̿͑͊͑͊͒͑̅͛͊͘͘b̶̡̹̩̦͓̦̜̩̺̬͉̹̩̖̞̟̬̭̭͖̘̟̼̙̰̤̏̉͘͜į̶̛̱̼̲͉͍̬̗̠͚͓̞͎̰͓͖͕̭̭̦̤̰̈̇̌̃̾̆̔̌̓́̅̑̿̿̌͛̃͆͋̀̌͛̕̕͜ͅͅd̸̢̛̜̫̤̦̻̯̗̗͙̱͎̬͕̫̺̏͌̊̀́̌́̎̅̌̓̆̂̏̐̈́̔̚͘͝͠͠͠ḑ̴̛̱̙̇͂̄̏͐̌͋̾̉͒͂̔͂͒̂͛͊̊̔̂͂͗̕̚̕͠ę̵̡̢̢̖̮͎̟̟̪̯̦̙̳̘͎̲͉͙̪͚̀́̌̈́̉̂͊̓͐̈̃̃̾́̀̏̓̂n̵͈̘̣̞̗̥̣̲̜̘͓̓͋̂͒̌̾́͛̋̉̚͘̚͝ ̴̨̛̛̹̪̭̩̺̯̣̩̖̠̖͙͔͎̱̼̝͈̼̈́̍̂͊̔̒͑̋̆̇͊̅̈́̏̍͆̏́͌̅̓̚͘̕͜͠S̷̨̢̢̨̧̡̲̖̖͈͇̝͖̮̬̳͍̺̬̞͓͕̻̺̰͐̈̀̎é̸̢̛̛͕͙͖͔̳̽̔͒̇̉̄̊̈́͌̊̐̃̎̽͋́̎͘̕͘͘͝͠͠ć̸̡̨̲̝͖͙̺̮͔͖̙͉̳̤͎̞͙̹͇̳̻͓̣̮̗̣͓̯̉̑̀̎̀́̽̏͝ͅͅț̵̻̩̭͓͓͎̽̄̏͌̿̈́́̋̓͂̉̓̿̇̅͗̚̚͘i̴̱̫͖̩͉̞͙̯̺͇̭̦̾͂̉̔͐͑̿̅̚͠o̸̮̺̤̠̩̞̻͙͈̝̣͕̤͚̬̹̱̪̞͊̎͌̆̄̽̾́̀́̉̔̓̓̐͂͐͆́̈̒̈́̌̐̿̌̕̕̕͜ͅn̸̢̢̛̯͕̲̣̭̺̼̦̥̤̖̞̼͔̰̮̯̬̳̘̭̖̱̣̑̿͛̇̂̒̔́̅̿̐͐̕͜͝ͅͅ.̴̢̯͙̠̗̹͍̤̫̍̾̾͊͒̆͑͐͐̌.̸̧̙͎͎̬̥̼̹̼͔͎͚̖̎̃̍̅̽̊̈́̐͠.̸̫̰̺̩͈̙͔͕͔̹͈̝̼̦̻̠͇̆̓̈́͂͗̑͐̂̀̓̀͐͌̂͐͗̇͗̀̚̕͜͝͝͠ͅͅ?̵̢̰̭̩͎̪̘͚̥̲͊̊͌́̈́͑̏͂̑̂͝͝͝͝
-Big Sister, is there something wrong...? -Barbara couldn't help but ask in worry, as her sister suddenly stopped walking, her expression conflicted. Seeing her big sister like this...Perhaps, she knew what was wrong...-...Is this because of our mother...? Are you worried that...?
-...Something could go wrong with her pregnancy due to her still working so much...? Yes. -Jean interrupted her younger sister, as her expression now turned a little concerned. -She did tell me that this was her first Trimester, but with it both being her third time and the fact she is much older now...
"Even with Venti able to help out with his Time Power in case something happens, I still can't help but feel really worried.", was what she didn't add,
As she didn't want her sister to worry any more than she already did...Though Barbara probably already realized what she meant...
*She really shouldn't have added that second sentence...Barbara was busy enough with her work as a Deaconess, Healer and Idol...
...
...
-It's going to be okay. -The Deaconess said moments later, looking and sounding reassuring. -We will make sure everything goes well. I promise. -She soon added, her expression turning determined.
"And she is right.", Jean soon realized,
Since there was no way they let things go South...
*Especially since their new sibling is going to be the reincarnated Lisa...
...
Speaking of which...
-Since it's going to be Lisa...In a way. We should probably change the Nursery decorations...Or maybe Lisa wouldn't mind it being the way it is now...? -She soon wondered, looking and sounding a little unsure. -...But it would be best to still buy new toys and similar things she might like...Thought inducing toys…Some books for small children...Harmless Artifacts...-She paused in thought for a few seconds, wondering what else Lisa would like. Was she going to remember her past life right away or later, when she grows up a little...? Surely, it's going to be later to skip the embarrassment of being a baby...? -...I am not sure what a child Lisa(before getting her memories back) might like except for books, artifacts and thought inducing toys...
-I am also not sure about this, but we can always ask someone! -Barbara admitted, looking and sounding determined again. -We can ask Marjorie or even Vile, who is an Informant! -She soon suggested, before suddenly pausing for a few seconds, her eyes soon widening. -...We can also send a message for Sumeru and ask Lisa's former colleagues for help!
The place known as the "Mysterious Lagoon",
Where rare fish native to different nations swam...
...
All of those fishes, so different, yet swimming together harmoniously...
*Would their Twin have loved to see this nice view, as well...?
...
...
"Look, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛, we finally found a running lake! This place is...!
...Oh, it's...It's so polluted...And it's also drying up..."
"...To think that the destruction will reach even here...
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛, do you want to take a small break or do you want us to continue our journey...?"
...
"...Let's stay here for now. This place...It was surely beautiful in the past. Same as our childhood home...
...Hey, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛, do you think we will need to leave this planet too soon...?"
...
"...With how things are going, it looks like we will have no other choice. This world is rapidly dying...
But don't worry, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛, we will always be together."
"...It's a promise, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛."
...
This "Vision" of them and their Twin...
*Was this...Some time before they left their original world...?
...
It was so long ago that they weren't quite sure...
*Just how long ago did they leave their original world...?
And, did someone help them with it, or did they...?
...
...
The world you once knew is but dust, and the wonders you knew but rubble. Though you should have your own world, and your own people — lamenting what is already lost. Don't lose faith in that which you have lost. In this new world, you will never be alone. Where you leave your footprints, and where you have yet to stride — your new world will unfold before you.
Welcome to a new world.
...
Oh, this was...A letter...?
*When did they get it...?
And from whom...?
...
...
No, the letter was actually slightly different...
*It was also way longer than what they remembered just now...
...
Your homeland has been destroyed, all of the architecture has been reduced to dust. You are originally the one that owned your world and embraced the people within. But as the last descendants of the subjugated civilization, please do not lament that which had been lost. As long as your attitude of nobleness and kindness does not change, in the new world, there will always be those who will accept you as their own, helping you out through your journey. Where you are going ahead, and where your future lies — your new world will unfold before you.
Welcome to the new world.
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...
Those "Visions"...
*Those...Memories...
...
This place...
...
...
-"Pai...", No, Istaroth. Do you have something to do with this...? -The Traveler couldn't help but soon ask, as they were now looking towards "Paimon" in some suspicion, their expression soon getting thoughtful. -...Not even Enkanomiya had this kind of effect on me...
...
-...I indeed did, Traveler. Not only Barbatos' power, but my own is also flowing through Mondstadt. This place, as well as the Time and Wind Island and Cider Lake, simply have a huge amount of it infused into them. -"The Pixie" answered moments later, looking really thoughtful herself. -...If a huge amount of it could be safely infused into other places and even people, perhaps the Abyss Corruption would no longer be...-Her words soon trailed off, as she was completely silent for a few seconds. -...I will need to look into this...All the possibilities...The best course of action...
This Timeline...
This Reality...
This World...
...
...
Barely kept intact...
İ̴̱͒̽̇̆̊̌̀͋́̆̌̔͋͂͘t̷̡̧̖̟̲͖͚̣͈̞̖͈̳̦̲̯̤̤̱͈̮̤̰͉̰̦̉̽̄͛̾̉̏̓͐͂͑̀́̎̇̓̌́̍͂͂͌͝͝͝͝͝'̴̡̛̲̲̩̫͖͔͉̤̰͔̥̪̮̰̙͔̫̥͔̺̺̼̠̉͛̈́͑̇͗̎̌̉̉̈́͌̔̃̋̈́s̸̛͚͈̙̗͍͙̫̰̯̲̝̻͓̓̒͌̐̒̓̽͌͌̄̈́̐̾͘͜͝ ̴̛̞̜̟̟̳̱͉̭̥̟͓̖͉̘̐̊́͂̇̌̑̊̃s̶̖͈͖̹̠̅̈́̆̈́͆̎̏̈́͂̇̐͒͛̏̓̽͑̄̒͆͒̅́̋̀̏͝ẗ̴̨̛̙̻̳̣̲̘̦́͌̒̈́͋͛̈́̀̎͛̌̀̀̓̎̅͘͝͝͠i̴͔̔̓͘͜ļ̶͕̻̜̮͓̮̟͔̳̳̮͈̣͊͆͜͜l̶̤͉̪̟̮̬̝̝̙͙͚̝͒̓͑͐̀̑̒̓̀̈́̒̎͋̍̚͝ͅͅ ̶͈̣̺̯̠̱̻̥͇͎͈͇͚̬̩̯̍̈́̂̈́̀̊̔̽͑́̐̿̀͆̔̍̌̍͝͝f̵̨͓̖̙͙̱͙͇͉̫̭̙͙̟̖̗̻̼̫̖̘̜̲̤̫̹̬͍́͑́̄́̐̇͘̕͜i̸̡̧̡͍̲͓̝͍̮͖̹̭̻̜̳͎͙͖͎̺͖̔̿̈́̅͐̔̈́̀̏̓̅́̆̒̊̇͑͆̽̀̆͂͗̇̌̚̚̚͜͠n̷̖̎͗̔͒̂́͛̑͋̊̏̌̎͂̃̓̉͒͆̚͘ȩ̶̧̤̙͙̮̻̩̹̪̪̯̪̮̥̳͙͖͌͜ͅ.̸̡̢̢̢̡̙̥̖̹̭͈͚̬͍̠͓͕̦̣̰̩̥̫̗̫̗̪̈̃͆́͛͛́̃̎̐͆́̆͒̀̊͒͌͐̍̓͐͛̒̚͠ͅͅ ̵͇͍͔͆̔͗̃I̶̢̢̛̻͈̻͈̱̞̯̻̯̤̗̬̻̮͙̼͚̻̹̤͕̖̥͗̅͆̓̈̌̎̏͛͆̓̓͑͆̈͗̍͠͠͝͝ț̸̢̡̛͉̫͓̘̱̘̘̗̟̘̠͔̩̬̝̮̈́̈̄̆͌̓̋̀̃̂̚͜'̶͙͕̹̭̳̝̟̺͓͉̳̹̫̱̰̭͉͎̦͙͓̣̬̐̾̓̇̔̓́̋ṣ̸̢̢̢̢̛͚̘̜̰͉̙͔̘̯̖̲̬͕͚͕̒͒̎̃͗͑͑̎͋͐̈̀͝͝͝ ̶̛̛̛̼̬͈̠̼͖͕̜̬͙̤̥̘̙͈̹͔̌̾̋̏͐̎̊̈́́̆̍̓̄̈́̋̈́̕͝ņ̴̤̻̗̪̰͓̰̝̣͙̭͎͚̺̬̮͗͋̍̾̾́́̍͒̂̾̂̀̕̕͘͝ͅȯ̵̢̡̡͎̮̹̙̙͙̗̖͍̰͓̼̖̠̺͈̀̄̓͑͐͂̕͠t̵̨͕͎̟̤̳̖͉̩͓̣͔̺̤͓̩͚̹̪̩̟̄́͐͊̒̿̈́͗̕͘͜͝͠͝͝ͅ.̵̨̡̛̝͍̩͓͓͎̭̹͉͖̹̫͖̖̖̦̅̍̓͌̉̆́̈̔͋͑͆̄̆̀̓̂̅͒̑͆́̒͘͝͠͝
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The walls are breaking down...
N̴̥͔̥̘̹̦̰̯͉̗̟̤͂̌͑̅͒̍͂́͆͗̇͐̓̅̑̈͒͗̍̈́͋̂̕͝o̶̢̘͔̣͔̻̤̺̍͛͛̅͂̀̈́́̾̎̅̍̆̅̕͝͝t̷̢̢̡̛̰̠̤͔̻̹̲̜̦̆͛͒̅̄͒̋͌͗̅̂̔̀̑͒̉͊̏̒͂̌̋͘͘̕͝͠͝͝ ̵̛̛̗̟̞̦͖͕̗̟̤͍̦̬̭̙͓̫̝̘͈̜͍̊͋͒̄̅̉̍̈́̾̋͊̽̈́̈̈́̈́̐̂̉̾́̇̚͜͝ȳ̵̡̧̨̢͈̖̪̬̻̯̥̪̮̱̲̝̣̹͖̰̩̳̗̗̥͓͕͒̓͗̇͑̀̋̎̈́̔̉̎̓́̑̒̏̄̔̍̂̽͊͜͜͜ḙ̶̢̨̧̛̫̝̖̤̲͎̟̮̮̝̣̝͓̬͚͉̘̟̦̹̦̼̗̲̈͆̓̐̋̐̔͝ẗ̴̬͔̏̔̀͆̂͜.̶͚̼̗̰̳̤̱̫̙̗͈͒͊͑̉̎̃̐̍̂͝ͅ ̴̧̧̧̛̛͓͙̠͎̺͕̜̠͚̟͓̝̮̮̭̝̠͚̜̫̝̭̫͊͑͂̃̇̊̏̒̓̏̒̓̕̕̕͜͜͠ͅA̴̢̪̥̙̤̫̤̣͇̫͕̠̭̤͇̥̤͚͖̼͓̲̰̯̯̒̔̓̎͆̀͑̈͗̀͋̓̂͑͊͐͘̕͜͝ͅͅl̸̨̡͓̼̥̥̳͕̠̳̼̼̫̹̹̹̣͚͖͔̞̳͗̋̈́̎̓͜͜͜͜ͅr̵̨̛̮̝͙̜͎͓͕̘̺͙̻̝̙̖̲͕̔̆̾̑̒̀͊̋̾̄͂͆̑̽͆͂̔̆̈́̎̆͛̂̕͠ͅͅẹ̴̡̨͍͉̰̣͚͎͇͔̦̩̦̞͑̎ă̷̡̡̡̞͔̟̯̗͕͉̈́̀̈̄̿̓̄͌̈́̀̂̓̓͛̃̓̏͒̅̒̌͑͒̈̈͘͝͝ḑ̴͎̺͍̩̩̻͇͈̙̯̜̠̩̟̟͈͔̱̟̟͛̔̄́͑̎̉͒̉̈́̈̃̏́̆́͆̂͑͠ÿ̴̨̯̭̪͙̭̠͈̺̹̬̼̗̜̲͓͓̤̞̞̙̗̤̟́͒̏͋̏̐͜ͅ ̸͖̩̥͓͐̂͒̃͋d̶̬̻̺͖̫̪̺̗̳̩͙͕̊̈́͂͝į̸̨̖͕̣͚̜̙̦͎͎̪̞̠͉̝̬̠̟͉̣̳͕̍̔̐̉͐̓̄͆̂͐͛̈́̿͊̽̉͐͐̆̅̒͜ͅd̴̡̢̛̥̟̗͖͖͓̯͓̠̮̩̹̹͔̙͚͕̮̙̜̤̿̎̐̊̑̑̒̏́̃͜͝͠.̴̢͓̳̖̟̫͎̳͚̱̪̬͖̥̞̼̥̬̝̬̬͙̺̐̓̃̍̽͗̈́͊̋͐̽̄̂͆̾̏̅̒̓̋͂̎̕͘̕
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T̷̡̘̺̲̥̪̥̹̠̼̠̳̮̮̖̰̭͍̭̾̿̿̽̈̚͝r̸̟̈́̈́̾̿͌̾̀͒̇̿̿̔̈͐͑͌̉̅͆̚ų̶̧̼̰̪̦̣͎̘͓̙̳͍̰̱͕̺̼̭̗̖̝̱͈̪̬͇̞͑͒͒̉̋̄̐̾͒͑͝ͅȩ̴̠̫̟͍͓̼̙̪̣̳̘̓̌̑̏̎̌̇̀̂̑͐̽̈́͒̿͑͌̿͗̈́̀͂̔͘͜͠͝.̴̛̰̠̱̥̐͆͂̆̐̑̅̂͊̈͆͠ ̴̨̡͍͖̙͉͚̟̱̟̫̫̭͇̺̞̩̣̹̜̰̿͗̂͗̅̃̈̂̔͠F̷̝̲͓̲̖̣͇͕̞̲̺͓͓̄̓̈̍̒́̍͐̒̾͗̓͛̽͐̂̈́́̂͊́̏̍͛̿̕͘͜͝ȧ̵̧̗̭̦̞͕̺̞̬̻̼̉̃̏́̀̅̈́̽̋̑͂̀̐̎́̔̈̇͝͝l̵̨̺̦̹̈́͑̕͠͠s̴͇̘̯̃̍̅̎̀̋̀̎̈́̒̅̚̚e̶̢̲̳̺̩̪͓͓̳͚̦͎̪͉͇̠̝̒̈͐̊̊̑̽̾̔̾̀̓̕͜͝͠.̸̡̡̛̮̲̖̜̘͙̥̙̖̱̠̯̘͇̦̮͓̃̄͒̌̓̎͆̍̄͆́̾̎̀̑̓̌̓̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅ
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The Present...
T̷̡̛͙̮̪̹̝̟̗͍̣̑͛͐͐̀̋̎͐͐̑͝͝ḧ̶̨̢̻̳͕͍͙͖̤͍͍̣̹̝̖̻̖͙͕̞̦̝̙͚͙̹͖̫̟́̅̑̔͊̅͂̾͊̌̍̓̇͐͌̈́͌̃̃̑͐͘͜ė̸̡̬̺̳̞̖̰̦͈̜͍̈́͑̒̄́͋͛͝ ̵̜̮̦͉͚̬̺͉̌̽͋͊̀̌́̉̈́̈́̉̑̽͑̉̄͒̋̚̕͠F̵͎̰̞͈̺̯͚̗̳̳̞̘̲̮̟̤̹̼̈̊́͑͊͌̓̊̏̋̓̓͊̈̌̿̈́̓̈́̒̚̚͘͝͠ͅu̴̢̧̨̧͈͉̣̮̲̰͔͖͎̬̗̺̻̻̫̱̺̮̥̭̳͚̞̾͑̾̔͋̅̓̏̅͌̂͘͜͠ͅt̶̢͈̮͖̝̭̘̫̘̖͈͎̝͚̙̺̼̙̗͕̐̈́̒̓̆̈̆͗͐ͅư̶̢̨̛̹̖͓̥̟̮̩̜͍̙͙̭͈̮̻̣̳̫̜̘̼̩̰̗̰̆̾͒͂̿̈̈̎̈́̋̓̇̑́̕ͅͅṙ̵̡̢̦͍̗̭͈̍͒̀̋́̓̈́͌̾̀̎̕͘͘̕͠e̷̡̡̢͙̹̠̤̣̠̜͕̠͂̓̽̇̍̂̂́̇̓͆̓̃̆̂̌͑̌̆̾̔͛̐̀̚̚̚͘.̷̧̨̛̭̰̱̩͉̪̺͓̞̘̮̯͓̙̲̹̼̆̿̔̎͂͌̈́̀̂͗̉̑̊̏̾ ̸̢̡̛̭̻̺͈̗͚̪͎͙̰͖̟̘̘́̇̇̃̅͌͊̒̏͛̀̎̀̑͐̐̈́́͠T̷̗͛̾̌̾̾́͆̍̈́̊͗́͗̉͆̓̍͒͗̆̊̉̆̚͝ḩ̶̧̨̧̱̱̘̱͎̳͔͇͚̣̅́̐͂͑̍͒͗͛͂̋͋̍͘ͅe̵̛̛͈͈͓̟̖͉̣͎̼̹̾͋́̄͋̒̀̏̆̆̿̎͐͑͗̏̋͘͝͝͝͝ͅ ̷̡̨̨̥͇̻̺̹̖̩͓͔̹̫͗̀̐͂̾͆̔̀̈́͘ͅP̸̧̢̧̢̬̤͎͔̙̮̜̞͙͖̖̦͕̼̝͎̝͉̺̤̉͛̇̒͛̀̌́̿̿̄̅͑̉̑̎̌̀́́̕͘͠ͅa̸̢̨̛̠̣̮̺̟̙̺̟͔͇͉̘̬̺̱̘̤͙̫̹̥̣̟̚͜͠ş̸͎̠̩̫͔̺͙͙̹̙̟̩͇̋̊͂̌̉͌̂̆̿͌̈͆̄͊̎̏͊̐̕͘̕͠͠͝͝ṫ̵̢̢̧̢̝̩͙̗͖͙̹̜̠̈́̽̊̆̐͘͘͜ͅ.̵̧̺̞̘̫̗̉̒͆̀̓̍̔̏́̓́̃́͛͐̀̑̈̂̌̀̓̐͘̕͝
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There must be a way...
T̵͈͉̜̭̯̮̦̫̖̪̙̖̭͔̪̗̱̥̯̻͓̖̻̟̰̘̦̖̒͌̓̅̉͊̌͘͜͝͝ͅǫ̵̨̜̟͉͕͉̳̱̠̳̫̩̝̪̭̭͈̙̦̋͊̌̍̌̓̓̎̂̊͆̀̎̍̚̕̕̕͝ ̵̧͍̪̣̬̟̙̮̥̊̑͗̄̀͑̄̿͋͊͗͋́̌͑̽͊̅̀͊̀̈́̔͝͠s̵̡̰̣̜͂̍͋̌͛͌͋̉̔̂̈́̈͆͌̓͊͝͝a̵̛͉̙͖̟͈̓͑̈́̉̊̓̒͒̈́͛̑́̽̿͘v̵̡̢̧͉̘̣̞͙̟̟̟̼̮͕̄͜e̴̡̛͎͓͚̥͎̥̩̥̭̦̝͇̘͉͎̬͔͈̲̥̜͉͕̠̳͍͑̓̔̂̊̾͋̓͐͗̉̀̎́́̾̐͊͆̀͛̾̉̊̈́̚͝͝ͅ ̷̧̨̨̛͖̭̝̙̼̙̝̺͇̹͙̙̯̩̝͖͈̹͍̈́̽̿̓̀̂͒̽͋̽̈́̿̇̀̕̕͘͜͜͜i̸̧͓̪̭̞̰̗̫̞̖̐̀̈͂͠t̶̨̨̧̮̱͚͉̦͇̟̜̥͓̬̥̺̣̥̙̙̱̬͔̟͋̌̃͋̈́̿̀̍̈͂̆̽͑̄̾̀̓̍̍̾́͛̀̚͜͜͠͝͠͝
̷̡̡̧̧͍͚̖̤̯͈͈͚͈̹̯̺̫̳̳͍͕͇̖̲̞̗̎͗̈́͐͌̓͆̎̇̈̿̕̚͘͠͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅS̷̡͚̖͈̞͍͇̬̦̰̱͖̾̒̓̓͛̾͊́̀̆̋͊̒͘͜ͅͅą̸̪̰̥̤͉̖̙̪̹͕̗͔͕̥̠̗̻̝̲̲̮̹͈̱͆̐͌͂̒̃͐̾͋͋́̋͑̀̍̏͗̏̋̒̌̌̋͑̉͘̚̕͠ͅv̴̡̢̢̛̛̱̬͙̬͚͉̭̲̠̜̺̬̰̣͙̯̠̤͙̠̜͓͚͖̯͆̌͌̇̉͂͛̋̽͘͝͝e̸̡̡̨̛̳͔̞͚͔͔͓͌͌͌͑͌̀̉͊̓̔͒͘͠͝ ̷̨̢̧̨͎̭͉̮͖̻͖͇̮̙̞͚̼̘̪̰̺̟̺̈́̆̓͗͜͜͜ḭ̵̡̡̢̢̙̝̪̟̖̩̼̤̰̞͚͙̤̺̯̩͙̙̞̜̼̀̀͊̀͛̓͜͜͜͜t̷̢̢̨̙͍͕̹̱̪͕͍͖̬̱͔͇̟̱̖̲̘̻́̈́̊́̆͑͐̾́͗̇̒̅͊͋̅͆̕̚
̴̛̤͂͛̂̓͆̒̄̏̓̐̀̃̋̑͆̚͘͝͝͠S̷̡̨̡̡̨̳̝͖̻̫͙͚̱͔͈͚͉͖̤͂͗̐̆̏̀̓̋̉͋̈͆̂̋͂̋͒͋̌̇̀͛́͝ǻ̵̧̛͙̲̻̙̞̝̖̺̦̰̟͍͇̫̠̬͙̖̟̲͔̙̪̼̟̱̖̳͋̀͋̂̉̿͆̐̒̀̀̏́͋̏͗̑̇͂̚͠ͅv̸̡̡̰͈̫͉͇̺͚̲͈͎͈̳̮̤̪͍̫̫͕̦̗̈́̒͗̈́͌̈́̒̀̄̃͐͒͋͜͝ͅͅe̸̛͖͕̐́͊͗͊̊̍̓̃̅͌̀̀̅͆̏͑̾͛̔̋̅̅́̌̓͠ͅͅ ̷̡̡̢̞̘͔͇͙̲͙̘̲̻͇̫͎͙͎̲͚̺̳͖̥̲͉͋̊̋̅͆̑̚͝i̴̻̹̩̹̠̭̪̥̫̘̮̬̹͙͙͔̟͓̦̪͎̙͕̖̭̔̆̇̔̂̓̇̎͘͜͠͝͝t̴̡̢̨̟̫̤̠̭͚̣͔͔̖̼̲̲̼̠̂̊́̊͐͂͑̂̌́̾̀͆̓̈́͒̐͌̑̍̕̕͜͠͝͠
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Even if this solution is…
"̴̼̆̊̈̔͆̓́̋̾̀̈̓͗̀̚̕.̸̧̡̭̥̪̮̩̬̻̰̰̼̞̎.̴͇̝̟͌̈́̍͘͠͝.̵̡̨̯̻͕̯̣̱̻̯̣͉̳̮̣͎͉͎̫͈̫̺̜̱́͋̅̆͛Ṭ̷̟͙̖̮̖̳̗̆̎̐̈́̑̆͌̉̈́͂͌́̇̒̇̈́̅̆̏̚͜͝͠h̷̡̢̟̲̯̣͈̗̼͍̞̣̞̺͓̬͓̺̼̯̥̱̪̥̬̄̃̈̀ͅé̷̳͍͖͇̳̹̫̼̼̺̘̻̆̊̆̈̐̌̋̑͗́͌̐͜͜͠ ̴̜͔̼͖̮̦̜̾̈̽̅́̋̈́̊̓͑͂̌͌̀͊̃͛̇̀̈́̈́̓͊͘͝ͅĹ̸̡͇̤̱͇̜̬͎͈̝͎̠̇͑̔͆̔̀͐̓̈́̋̋̑̐͌̾͂͐̐̽͆̽̐̊͝͠ͅẽ̴̛͚̹̫̲̫̠̹͓͍̬͍̠̗̬͖̋̊̆̒͆̏̓̇̂́̄̈́̐͒̚͝͠s̸̢̞̫̲̹͍̼̰̩̗̙̤͖̥̬̟̠̣̤̣̥̣̯̦͙̓͒ͅͅs̵̨̨̨̛̘͈̻̩̟̲̺̲̱̙̫͔̮͔̣̞̥͍̟͔͍̉̑̇̌̂̆̈̐̔̂̀̏͒̍͆͛͒͂̅̽̅͜͝ȩ̸̢͓̯̺̲͚͍̠̬̮̘̟̪͕̭̭̂̃̀́͛̈̏̀͋̓͗̐́̚͘̚ṟ̸̡̡͍͉̫̯̬̪̻͖̼͖̼̼̞͇͇̼̹̟̗̤͙̿̽̐͛̐̓́͊̅̀̄̾͂̀͝ͅ ̸̢̧͓̘̹͈͎͉͎̳͔̪̟̜̲̤̩̘̪̼̖̲̞̼͂̇̿͛̀̌́̎̋͊̉̿̆̕͜͝ͅơ̴̡̛̩̳͚̟̫̌́͐̍̒̾̈́̃̌͌̐̒̀̊̽̂́̏͘͝ͅf̶̡̨̬̣̦̠̹͛ ̴͍̗̰̫̝͇̳̪̰͕̔̍̑̏̄̉̀́̒̍͑͑̈́͒̈́̋̚͘̕͜ţ̸̙̬͚̗̬͍͖̦̲̘̹̰͍̪̮̬̣̰̤̤̎̇͊̀̑̅̍̎̏͗̈̋̾̃͐̌͑̀̿̐͆̒̌̚͘͝͠͝w̷̧͖͈͕̻͈͓̠̯̦̥̯̜̥̞͚̰̥̮̻͌̿͒̉̆̎̎͘͝ͅͅö̴̝̝̱̹̱̯̺̫̘̟͔̼͓̪̙̤̙͍͎̹̘͓̣̫̹͑̊̔̈̀̔͑͠ ̴̨̼͖͙͚̠̭̟͈̮̳̠̬͍̥̱̲̫̘̖͚͒̎͗̌̓͌̋̒͠E̸͍̝̳̋̓v̶̡̛͎̯̪̙̗̟͈̯̱̝̻̩̈́͂́̀̄̽̅̏̑͂̔͘͘͝͝͠ͅi̴̠̬̠̻̟̺͇͂́̈́̌̈́̄̊̈́̐̏̽̀̈́̕͝ͅļ̷̧̢̫͔̦̤̼̥͔͚͈̩̘̩̲͖̗̱͙̼̯̮̼͈͚̺̖̭͛͗͌̽͘̕s̸̛̛̬͇̩̞̓̈̿̄̈́͛̉͋̉͊̏̌̂͑͒͐̀̈̍̋͜͝ͅ.̶̡̛̪͍̹̰͉̖̲͈͖̲͎̄ͅ.̵̨̨̨̡̛̛̛̪͖̼̝̜̭̻̳̗̟͓͈̲̻̤̹̖̹͉̱͔̘̦̑̌̈̓̿̾̇̐̋͐̏̄̿̀͑̑̀̄͌̂̍̓̀͂̂̚͜͠.̴͔͓̯̖̥̔̄̌͊͘͘͝"̴̖̠͉̐̉͂̌̐̏̏͂́̆̂̔́̾̓̏̊̆͂͘