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you've come a long way, haven't you? [#900]

Postby Fernathy » Fri Mar 31, 2017 1:25 pm

note; i can only assure that this coding works on google chrome only (even so only sOMETIMES 'cause I can't code for beans OTL...) so if it looks a little wonky, I recommend switching to it. or maybe just reload the page. thank you + enjoy <3 -fern

bαรє lσяє wrote:
"Long ago there lived a kindly old witch in a forest who spent her days with her kalons.

The witch protected the forest, but she could feel that she was growing old.

She enchanted a seed with the soul of a kalon and buried it deep in the woods,

in hopes that

someday

a kalon would come from the earth

to guard the forest she left behind."

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"I recommend you take the path down the far right. See those trees over there?

Aha, very funny, there are a lot of trees, I know. I mean the ones with the notches in them.

The ones that look like they have eyes almost...

That's your path out of here.

Just follow the trees and you'll be alright...

Thank you? Oh no, there's no need to thank me.

Oh me? Why, I'm just a friend. Don't worry about needless introductions-- just be on your way--

Oh! One last thing..."

Please don't misunderstand,

the guardian is not a malevolent being at all...

They've just been through so much... they've seen so much...

They've just become so, well,

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oh? you're still here? (title)

Postby Fernathy » Fri Mar 31, 2017 1:30 pm

█│Kalon # 900
█│Contest: Thread || My Form part one
█│Artist: Mintiature/yenneii


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i am a forest, and a night of dark trees. . .
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"what happened, you ask?"

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 8:23 am

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The forest was, in short, a mess.

The once beautiful lot of trees-- cypresses, pines, firs-- everything, all gone. Either ripped up from their roots and strewn asunder, chopped right at the base, or just flat out missing completely. Not a trace of them left--

their existence would have hardly even been recognized, had it not been for the large craters left in their wake.

The once proud and tall trees, home to many.... now nothing more than a fleeting memory.

Forget about any of the other foliage. They were simply trampled as the workers went to nab the trees. Not given a single passing thought.

The animals were gone too-- well most of them that is. And who could blame them? Likely scrambled away, fearing for their lives as the workers tore through the forest as if it were paper. Few remained, cowering behind a choice fallen branch, or perhaps a remaining stump. Shaking, staring at the horror before them. Staring at the kalon with pleading eyes. Begging for help, for guidance, anything. Begging for something to be done.

The kalon was in awe themself, staring at the barren terrain with dismay.

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They were petrified, just as the other animals were, staring at the wreckage. It took a few moments for the kalon to become aware of what was happening-- the toll this destruction was taking on their own body to jar them back into reality-- to force them into action. Twigs chipped off of the kalon's back-- it was slow, painstaking, but surely happening-- a mirror of the events that had transpired in the bigger forest earlier. The kalon felt the pain ebbing into them, and felt themselves growing weaker-- the sensation was akin to a nail, slowly being driven into wood with a hammer. Their life-force slowly being drained from them... It was...

grueling.

And so, with great effort, they hustled to salvage what remains of the forest. The Guardian was an all powerful being-- strong as the roots of the tallest sycamore, yet as supple and lithe as the leaves of a fern. A timeless being, as old as the forest itself.

Ah, but not eternal, no-- the duty of a guardian came with a terrible vice. Once this forest dies- they die.
And here they are, watching their home, no, their life crumble before them.

But it's not dead yet-- they can bring it back-- yes-- they can still fix this. But they've gotta act fast-- they've gotta--

Run.

The kalon bound about the forest as fast as their body could support, synthesizing and flicking about seeds with a lash of it's tail. The humans could do whatever they wanted to this forest-- the kalon has seen it all before. Slash-and-burn, to even the archaic hacking with an ax. This time was especially brutal, the worst damage that they have ever seen-- but this kalon is a persistent little weed-- if they want this forest gone, they'll have to rip it up from the very base. The kalon grows weaker by the very second, yet they still persist-- covering all ground, as painstaking as it may be.

Aye, but the question remains:

How could any one do this?

This, and a million other questions raced through the kalon's mind.

Couldn't the humans see they're destroying the very foundations of the world they live on?
Do they not realize the extent of the damage?
Do they not realize there is a world outside of their own?
How do they live with themselves?


These thoughts all fought to be heard, screaming, reverbing into the kalon's mind-- they all accumulated, compounded into each other to form one solid emotion--

rage.

The kalon tilted it's head skyward and released a mighty yowl. Those insensitive humans. And the kalon wept-- tears of anguish for the flora lost, tears of frustration with the current circumstances, tears of rage-- these people have made themselves a new enemy.

And with that-- through the sheer force of the kalon's emotions, a mighty storm was summoned. And it gave life back to the barren earth. Foliage rapidly sprouted from the seeds the kalon had planted, recovering some of the damage lost--

And just like that, the problem was solved.

The kalon flopped down, exhausted from the endeavor. This was a close call, surely, but not one that couldn't be bounced back from. They-- the forest-- always bounced back. Their eyelids slowly drooped-- they resolved that they would lay down and rest for a little while-- and let the forest take care of the rest.

Surely they will recover as the forest does, they thought.

And so their eyes finally shut and they lose consciousness-- though blithely unaware of the fact that it was

all

wrong.

The forest only continues to grow and grow--

vines slowly encompassing the whole perimeter,

(growing, growing)

branches gangly and twisted

(and growing and growing)

with twigs as sharp as spines.

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ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎growingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙
̫̪̦̝̪̣̖r̶͉̫o̠͉͓̩̰͘w͔͔͕͉i̴̖͚̼̱n̲̜̮̩̼g͇̤͓͙̲͇̀a̰̞͕̝̣̟͕n̡͉̪d̦g͙̳̯̺ṛ̱o̲̦͓̮̬̩̖͡w̬̬į͈n̴̲̥̳̤̼͕ͅģ̞̻̝͍̯a̟̮͎͓̥͇n̞̣͙d̛̙̜̦̗̱̗̫g̵͈̤̜̝̲͎͓ro͝w͙i̦͍̟̲̖n͍͕͘ga̟̞̝̟̗̤͇n̮̫̲̠͇̩͙d̳͚͖̪̖͜g̝̯r̶̩̮̮͕̱o҉͚̭͙w̡͓̳̝̫í̮nga͙̘̣̫̘͘n̻̘̮̣̠͉ͅd̬͎̳͜g̳̻̟r̴̥̫̲̠̞̩o҉w͇̭͚͉i̘͓̹͇̱̰̙n͈̠͇͓̦̹̥g̰̫a͇̬̼͍͚ņ͎͔d̵̗g̗̪r̶̦̝o̟̰͜w̨̪i͓͚̭̖n͉͟g̸͚̪̪a̳͖ͅn̦̙͈͚̺d̜̯̫͙̞͇̫g̦̫͘r̫̹̻o̪͓̙w̺̩̖̕i̥̘̤͔̪̹̕n̪̠͇̖̳g̨̞a̪̰̭ͅń̦̼̙ͅd͎͚̪͔g̯͇̳r̠̯̗͎̺o̧̤̼̳͕w̙̬̹i̠͚̘̺̗n͔g̟͍̳a̹͈̟̦͍͓̤nd̤̞̲̗̻gr̭̘̜̺͙͢o͕̪̯͎̬̕ͅw̱͈̠̪į̘̞͓̝̺n̟͍͎̟̟̣͢g̷̠̦ͅa̤̮n̢̥͇̝̻d̵̥͍̫͎͚g͉̪̯͔r҉̖̲̠̜o̳̬̣͇̜̬w̧̠i̭͚̗͚͉̠͜n̺̙̞͚̣g̹̤̙͇͔a̮̯͈̰͝n̵̠͔̰̱͈͖d̳̼̦͉̥̺̳g̕r̰͈o̤̗w͔̞͓̰i̷̗̠̪̱̩̺͓n̝͕̱g̫̦̩̰͚̹͘à͔ͅn̛d̹͕͉͜g̡̼r̦̗̭̥o̸̥w̫̻i̪̠̙n̩͇̻ͅg̟̗͇͙͍͟a̮̭̩n̩d̵̝̲̱g̘͎͇r̬̮̪͇̝̖͈o̜͖͇̣̻̪͝w̺͍̠͎̰͖͡i͞ṋ̘g̶͇̥̰a̸͓̮̲̥̼̮͓n̖̲̼̬̳̫d̯͖͔͔͙g̠̦̗̝r̯̩o̡̜͚̹̹̪̺̻w̛̬̙͈͉i̡͍̻̝͎n̷̺g̩̯͈̰̜̺̭a̸̭̦̘n̛̝̹ḑ̻g̻r̳̕o̙w̺i̵̲̻n̗̺̩̝̳͙g̸ḩ͔̹f҉̦̮͕͕̭g͈̺̝̰̺̼͚͝;̭͙̼̫͞
a̹̖̰͡n̫͚͍d͞g̻̹̲̮r̸̞̜̰ͅo̫̫̱̪̪͡ẉ̸͔͚̘͚̜̠i̥nga̫n̺͓͖d̗̮̖̹g̲͖͔͉̦r͕̼̼̰̪̘͟o̱͍̳ẃ͉̲͎̫͎̥͈i̛̜͕n̞̙g͍ḁ͙̼͚̰ͅn̬͍̭̙̫d̷͇͍̱͓̫g̱̹̭͓͈͖͚r̶̤͇͍ͅò̜͓͓̗̗̯wi̼̳n̞̥͚g̹̘͇̜̪̱̜a͚̹͞ͅn̦̘̘d͙͇̳̤̜̘ͅg̬͕̩̼̼̟͍r̡̥͔̬͕o̗̰͚̰̙͇ẃ̹̞̱͍̹̗̦i̡͍̖͔̬̱̤͇n͠g͙̘an̢̝͓̱͔̺d҉͙͈̗̘g̟͍̭r̠̠̀o̮̳̣wi̷̪̳̬̖͓n͝g̰͚̕an͇̝̞d̟̘̙̠͜g̸̦̲͈̩̣ͅro͚̟̘̪͡w͓͙̠͉͔ḭ͍̖̱̠͎͍͠n͇̼͙ga̸͎͉̤͓̱͕̭n̴̻d͇͓̜̝g̵̱̠̣͍̝ṟ̴̳͔͔͇̞̙o̻w̧̖̰͔̤̜͙͙i͔̼̱͔n̢͚͔̜g̤̜͚͎̺͠a͓͇n҉̫d͍̫͖̙͙̱͞g̕r̵̯̰̰̫̼̹o̢̖̲̪͚w̯͍̯͉̯͖͍i̥̺̠̬̝͚n̵̳̱͓͕g̸a̩̼̞̬̟͉͠n̡͎̩̯̰̼d̰̖̯̙̦̪g̷r̖̥̥̹͕͓͝o͍̹͚̟͖w̛̖̻͉͕̠i͠n̡̮̩͓̪g̶̭̙̯͓̜a̘̫̥̦̱͡n͓̖̖̮̪̺͝d̛g̦̱̬r҉̱̗̱͉̟o̸̫̳̳̥w̟͜i̥n̸͎͖g͘a̠̲̻n̡̲̞̣̤d̰̣͖͓͇g͍͔̭̜̘r̢o̡̪̹̪̰͙͕͍w̺̲̟̫̗͎͚i̟͘n̟̠͇̩̟ͅg̡̣͇̪̳ạ̻̻̹̪n̝̹͙̮͜d̖̱͉̤͈̘ͅg̸͙̜r͙o̧͔̯̮̰͎̙ẁ̙̥i͝ṇ͍g̟͕͉̘̝a̗̻̲͙͙̯͢n͙̪dg̖͓̟̞r̵͙o҉̥͖̳wiṋ̙̞͎g̸̤̱̟̫̞a͎ṋ̦̪̝̥̰̠͡d̷̫g̬̟̠rǫ̥̤̻w̤͕͙͉̠̥ͅi̷̠̩n̜̠̹̖̟͔̥ggrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎wingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙
̫̪̦̝̪̣̖r̶͉̫o̠͉͓̩̰͘w͔͔͕͉i̴̖͚̼̱n̲̜̮̩̼g͇̤͓͙̲͇̀a̰̞͕̝̣̟͕n̡͉̪d̦g͙̳̯̺ṛ̱o̲̦͓̮̬̩̖͡w̬̬į͈n̴̲̥̳̤̼͕ͅģ̞̻̝͍̯a̟̮͎͓̥͇n̞̣͙d̛̙̜̦̗̱̗̫g̵͈̤̜̝̲͎͓ro͝w͙i̦͍̟̲̖n͍͕͘ga̟̞̝̟̗̤͇n̮̫̲̠͇̩͙d̳͚͖̪̖͜g̝̯r̶̩̮̮͕̱o҉͚̭͙w̡͓̳̝̫í̮nga͙̘̣̫̘͘n̻̘̮̣̠͉ͅd̬͎̳͜g̳̻̟r̴̥̫̲̠̞̩o҉w͇̭͚͉i̘͓̹͇̱̰̙n͈̠͇͓̦̹̥g̰̫a͇̬̼͍͚ņ͎͔d̵̗g̗̪r̶̦̝o̟̰͜w̨̪i͓͚̭̖n͉͟g̸͚̪̪a̳͖ͅn̦̙͈͚̺d̜̯̫͙̞͇̫g̦̫͘r̫̹̻o̪͓̙w̺̩̖̕i̥̘̤͔̪̹̕n̪̠͇̖̳g̨̞a̪̰̭ͅń̦̼̙ͅd͎͚̪͔g̯͇̳r̠̯̗͎̺o̧̤̼̳͕w̙̬̹i̠͚̘̺̗n͔g̟͍̳a̹͈̟̦͍͓̤nd̤̞̲̗̻gr̭̘̜̺͙͢o͕̪̯͎̬̕ͅw̱͈̠̪į̘̞͓̝̺n̟͍͎̟̟̣͢g̷̠̦ͅa̤̮n̢̥͇̝̻d̵̥͍̫͎͚g͉̪̯͔r҉̖̲̠̜o̳̬̣͇̜̬w̧̠i̭͚̗͚͉̠͜n̺̙̞͚̣g̹̤̙͇͔a̮̯͈̰͝n̵̠͔̰̱͈͖d̳̼̦͉̥̺̳g̕r̰͈o̤̗w͔̞͓̰i̷̗̠̪̱̩̺͓n̝͕̱g̫̦̩̰͚̹͘à͔ͅn̛d̹͕͉͜g̡̼r̦̗̭̥o̸̥w̫̻i̪̠̙n̩͇̻ͅg̟̗͇͙͍͟a̮̭̩n̩d̵̝̲̱g̘͎͇r̬̮̪͇̝̖͈o̜͖͇̣̻̪͝w̺͍̠͎̰͖͡i͞ṋ̘g̶͇̥̰a̸͓̮̲̥̼̮͓n̖̲̼̬̳̫d̯͖͔͔͙g̠̦̗̝r̯̩o̡̜͚̹̹̪̺̻w̛̬̙͈͉i̡͍̻̝͎n̷̺g̩̯͈̰̜̺̭a̸̭̦̘n̛̝̹ḑ̻g̻r̳̕o̙w̺i̵̲̻n̗̺̩̝̳͙g̸ḩ͔̹f҉̦̮͕͕̭g͈̺̝̰̺̼͚͝;̭͙̼̫͞
a̹̖̰͡n̫͚͍d͞g̻̹̲̮r̸̞̜̰ͅo̫̫̱̪̪͡ẉ̸͔͚̘͚̜̠i̥nga̫n̺͓͖d̗̮̖̹g̲͖͔͉̦r͕̼̼̰̪̘͟o̱͍̳ẃ͉̲͎̫͎̥͈i̛̜͕n̞̙g͍ḁ͙̼͚̰ͅn̬͍̭̙̫d̷͇͍̱͓̫g̱̹̭͓͈͖͚r̶̤͇͍ͅò̜͓͓̗̗̯wi̼̳n̞̥͚g̹̘͇̜̪̱̜a͚̹͞ͅn̦̘̘d͙͇̳̤̜̘ͅg̬͕̩̼̼̟͍r̡̥͔̬͕o̗̰͚̰̙͇ẃ̹̞̱͍̹̗̦i̡͍̖͔̬̱̤͇n͠g͙̘an̢̝͓̱͔̺d҉͙͈̗̘g̟͍̭r̠̠̀o̮̳̣wi̷̪̳̬̖͓n͝g̰͚̕an͇̝̞d̟̘̙̠͜g̸̦̲͈̩̣ͅro͚̟̘̪͡w͓͙̠͉͔ḭ͍̖̱̠͎͍͠n͇̼͙ga̸͎͉̤͓̱͕̭n̴̻d͇͓̜̝g̵̱̠̣͍̝ṟ̴̳͔͔͇̞̙o̻w̧̖̰͔̤̜͙͙i͔̼̱͔n̢͚͔̜g̤̜͚͎̺͠a͓͇n҉̫d͍̫͖̙͙̱͞g̕r̵̯̰̰̫̼̹o̢̖̲̪͚w̯͍̯͉̯͖͍i̥̺̠̬̝͚n̵̳̱͓͕g̸a̩̼̞̬̟͉͠n̡͎̩̯̰̼d̰̖̯̙̦̪g̷r̖̥̥̹͕͓͝o͍̹͚̟͖w̛̖̻͉͕̠i͠n̡̮̩͓̪g̶̭̙̯͓̜a̘̫̥̦̱͡n͓̖̖̮̪̺͝d̛g̦̱̬r҉̱̗̱͉̟o̸̫̳̳̥w̟͜i̥n̸͎͖g͘a̠̲̻n̡̲̞̣̤d̰̣͖͓͇g͍͔̭̜̘r̢o̡̪̹̪̰͙͕͍w̺̲̟̫̗͎͚i̟͘n̟̠͇̩̟ͅg̡̣͇̪̳ạ̻̻̹̪n̝̹͙̮͜d̖̱͉̤͈̘ͅg̸͙̜r͙o̧͔̯̮̰͎̙ẁ̙̥i͝ṇ͍g̟͕͉̘̝a̗̻̲͙͙̯͢n͙̪dg̖͓̟̞r̵͙o҉̥͖̳wiṋ̙̞͎g̸̤̱̟̫̞a͎ṋ̦̪̝̥̰̠͡d̷̫g̬̟̠rǫ̥̤̻w̤͕͙͉̠̥ͅi̷̠̩n̜̠̹̖̟͔̥ggrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎wingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙
̫̪̦̝̪̣̖r̶͉̫o̠͉͓̩̰͘w͔͔͕͉i̴̖͚̼̱n̲̜̮̩̼g͇̤͓͙̲͇̀a̰̞͕̝̣̟͕n̡͉̪d̦g͙̳̯̺ṛ̱o̲̦͓̮̬̩̖͡w̬̬į͈n̴̲̥̳̤̼͕ͅģ̞̻̝͍̯a̟̮͎͓̥͇n̞̣͙d̛̙̜̦̗̱̗̫g̵͈̤̜̝̲͎͓ro͝w͙i̦͍̟̲̖n͍͕͘ga̟̞̝̟̗̤͇n̮̫̲̠͇̩͙d̳͚͖̪̖͜g̝̯r̶̩̮̮͕̱o҉͚̭͙w̡͓̳̝̫í̮nga͙̘̣̫̘͘n̻̘̮̣̠͉ͅd̬͎̳͜g̳̻̟r̴̥̫̲̠̞̩o҉w͇̭͚͉i̘͓̹͇̱̰̙n͈̠͇͓̦̹̥g̰̫a͇̬̼͍͚ņ͎͔d̵̗g̗̪r̶̦̝o̟̰͜w̨̪i͓͚̭̖n͉͟g̸͚̪̪a̳͖ͅn̦̙͈͚̺d̜̯̫͙̞͇̫g̦̫͘r̫̹̻o̪͓̙w̺̩̖̕i̥̘̤͔̪̹̕n̪̠͇̖̳g̨̞a̪̰̭ͅń̦̼̙ͅd͎͚̪͔g̯͇̳r̠̯̗͎̺o̧̤̼̳͕w̙̬̹i̠͚̘̺̗n͔g̟͍̳a̹͈̟̦͍͓̤nd̤̞̲̗̻gr̭̘̜̺͙͢o͕̪̯͎̬̕ͅw̱͈̠̪į̘̞͓̝̺n̟͍͎̟̟̣͢g̷̠̦ͅa̤̮n̢̥͇̝̻d̵̥͍̫͎͚g͉̪̯͔r҉̖̲̠̜o̳̬̣͇̜̬w̧̠i̭͚̗͚͉̠͜n̺̙̞͚̣g̹̤̙͇͔a̮̯͈̰͝n̵̠͔̰̱͈͖d̳̼̦͉̥̺̳g̕r̰͈o̤̗w͔̞͓̰i̷̗̠̪̱̩̺͓n̝͕̱g̫̦̩̰͚̹͘à͔ͅn̛d̹͕͉͜g̡̼r̦̗̭̥o̸̥w̫̻i̪̠̙n̩͇̻ͅg̟̗͇͙͍͟a̮̭̩n̩d̵̝̲̱g̘͎͇r̬̮̪͇̝̖͈o̜͖͇̣̻̪͝w̺͍̠͎̰͖͡i͞ṋ̘g̶͇̥̰a̸͓̮̲̥̼̮͓n̖̲̼̬̳̫d̯͖͔͔͙g̠̦̗̝r̯̩o̡̜͚̹̹̪̺̻w̛̬̙͈͉i̡͍̻̝͎n̷̺g̩̯͈̰̜̺̭a̸̭̦̘n̛̝̹ḑ̻g̻r̳̕o̙w̺i̵̲̻n̗̺̩̝̳͙g̸ḩ͔̹f҉̦̮͕͕̭g͈̺̝̰̺̼͚͝;̭͙̼̫͞
a̹̖̰͡n̫͚͍d͞g̻̹̲̮r̸̞̜̰ͅo̫̫̱̪̪͡ẉ̸͔͚̘͚̜̠i̥nga̫n̺͓͖d̗̮̖̹g̲͖͔͉̦r͕̼̼̰̪̘͟o̱͍̳ẃ͉̲͎̫͎̥͈i̛̜͕n̞̙g͍ḁ͙̼͚̰ͅn̬͍̭̙̫d̷͇͍̱͓̫g̱̹̭͓͈͖͚r̶̤͇͍ͅò̜͓͓̗̗̯wi̼̳n̞̥͚g̹̘͇̜̪̱̜a͚̹͞ͅn̦̘̘d͙͇̳̤̜̘ͅg̬͕̩̼̼̟͍r̡̥͔̬͕o̗̰͚̰̙͇ẃ̹̞̱͍̹̗̦i̡͍̖͔̬̱̤͇n͠g͙̘an̢̝͓̱͔̺d҉͙͈̗̘g̟͍̭r̠̠̀o̮̳̣wi̷̪̳̬̖͓n͝g̰͚̕an͇̝̞d̟̘̙̠͜g̸̦̲͈̩̣ͅro͚̟̘̪͡w͓͙̠͉͔ḭ͍̖̱̠͎͍͠n͇̼͙ga̸͎͉̤͓̱͕̭n̴̻d͇͓̜̝g̵̱̠̣͍̝ṟ̴̳͔͔͇̞̙o̻w̧̖̰͔̤̜͙͙i͔̼̱͔n̢͚͔̜g̤̜͚͎̺͠a͓͇n҉̫d͍̫͖̙͙̱͞g̕r̵̯̰̰̫̼̹o̢̖̲̪͚w̯͍̯͉̯͖͍i̥̺̠̬̝͚n̵̳̱͓͕g̸a̩̼̞̬̟͉͠n̡͎̩̯̰̼d̰̖̯̙̦̪g̷r̖̥̥̹͕͓͝o͍̹͚̟͖w̛̖̻͉͕̠i͠n̡̮̩͓̪g̶̭̙̯͓̜a̘̫̥̦̱͡n͓̖̖̮̪̺͝d̛g̦̱̬r҉̱̗̱͉̟o̸̫̳̳̥w̟͜i̥n̸͎͖g͘a̠̲̻n̡̲̞̣̤d̰̣͖͓͇g͍͔̭̜̘r̢o̡̪̹̪̰͙͕͍w̺̲̟̫̗͎͚i̟͘n̟̠͇̩̟ͅg̡̣͇̪̳ạ̻̻̹̪n̝̹͙̮͜d̖̱͉̤͈̘ͅg̸͙̜r͙o̧͔̯̮̰͎̙ẁ̙̥i͝ṇ͍g̟͕͉̘̝a̗̻̲͙͙̯͢n͙̪dg̖͓̟̞r̵͙o҉̥͖̳wiṋ̙̞͎g̸̤̱̟̫̞a͎ṋ̦̪̝̥̰̠͡d̷̫g̬̟̠rǫ̥̤̻w̤͕͙͉̠̥ͅi̷̠̩n̜̠̹̖̟͔̥ggrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎wingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙
̫̪̦̝̪̣̖r̶͉̫o̠͉͓̩̰͘w͔͔͕͉i̴̖͚̼̱n̲̜̮̩̼g͇̤͓͙̲͇̀a̰̞͕̝̣̟͕n̡͉̪d̦g͙̳̯̺ṛ̱o̲̦͓̮̬̩̖͡w̬̬į͈n̴̲̥̳̤̼͕ͅģ̞̻̝͍̯a̟̮͎͓̥͇n̞̣͙d̛̙̜̦̗̱̗̫g̵͈̤̜̝̲͎͓ro͝w͙i̦͍̟̲̖n͍͕͘ga̟̞̝̟̗̤͇n̮̫̲̠͇̩͙d̳͚͖̪̖͜g̝̯r̶̩̮̮͕̱o҉͚̭͙w̡͓̳̝̫í̮nga͙̘̣̫̘͘n̻̘̮̣̠͉ͅd̬͎̳͜g̳̻̟r̴̥̫̲̠̞̩o҉w͇̭͚͉i̘͓̹͇̱̰̙n͈̠͇͓̦̹̥g̰̫a͇̬̼͍͚ņ͎͔d̵̗g̗̪r̶̦̝o̟̰͜w̨̪i͓͚̭̖n͉͟g̸͚̪̪a̳͖ͅn̦̙͈͚̺d̜̯̫͙̞͇̫g̦̫͘r̫̹̻o̪͓̙w̺̩̖̕i̥̘̤͔̪̹̕n̪̠͇̖̳g̨̞a̪̰̭ͅń̦̼̙ͅd͎͚̪͔g̯͇̳r̠̯̗͎̺o̧̤̼̳͕w̙̬̹i̠͚̘̺̗n͔g̟͍̳a̹͈̟̦͍͓̤nd̤̞̲̗̻gr̭̘̜̺͙͢o͕̪̯͎̬̕ͅw̱͈̠̪į̘̞͓̝̺n̟͍͎̟̟̣͢g̷̠̦ͅa̤̮n̢̥͇̝̻d̵̥͍̫͎͚g͉̪̯͔r҉̖̲̠̜o̳̬̣͇̜̬w̧̠i̭͚̗͚͉̠͜n̺̙̞͚̣g̹̤̙͇͔a̮̯͈̰͝n̵̠͔̰̱͈͖d̳̼̦͉̥̺̳g̕r̰͈o̤̗w͔̞͓̰i̷̗̠̪̱̩̺͓n̝͕̱g̫̦̩̰͚̹͘à͔ͅn̛d̹͕͉͜g̡̼r̦̗̭̥o̸̥w̫̻i̪̠̙n̩͇̻ͅg̟̗͇͙͍͟a̮̭̩n̩d̵̝̲̱g̘͎͇r̬̮̪͇̝̖͈o̜͖͇̣̻̪͝w̺͍̠͎̰͖͡i͞ṋ̘g̶͇̥̰a̸͓̮̲̥̼̮͓n̖̲̼̬̳̫d̯͖͔͔͙g̠̦̗̝r̯̩o̡̜͚̹̹̪̺̻w̛̬̙͈͉i̡͍̻̝͎n̷̺g̩̯͈̰̜̺̭a̸̭̦̘n̛̝̹ḑ̻g̻r̳̕o̙w̺i̵̲̻n̗̺̩̝̳͙g̸ḩ͔̹f҉̦̮͕͕̭g͈̺̝̰̺̼͚͝;̭͙̼̫͞
a̹̖̰͡n̫͚͍d͞g̻̹̲̮r̸̞̜̰ͅo̫̫̱̪̪͡ẉ̸͔͚̘͚̜̠i̥nga̫n̺͓͖d̗̮̖̹g̲͖͔͉̦r͕̼̼̰̪̘͟o̱͍̳ẃ͉̲͎̫͎̥͈i̛̜͕n̞̙g͍ḁ͙̼͚̰ͅn̬͍̭̙̫d̷͇͍̱͓̫g̱̹̭͓͈͖͚r̶̤͇͍ͅò̜͓͓̗̗̯wi̼̳n̞̥͚g̹̘͇̜̪̱̜a͚̹͞ͅn̦̘̘d͙͇̳̤̜̘ͅg̬͕̩̼̼̟͍r̡̥͔̬͕o̗̰͚̰̙͇ẃ̹̞̱͍̹̗̦i̡͍̖͔̬̱̤͇n͠g͙̘an̢̝͓̱͔̺d҉͙͈̗̘g̟͍̭r̠̠̀o̮̳̣wi̷̪̳̬̖͓n͝g̰͚̕an͇̝̞d̟̘̙̠͜g̸̦̲͈̩̣ͅro͚̟̘̪͡w͓͙̠͉͔ḭ͍̖̱̠͎͍͠n͇̼͙ga̸͎͉̤͓̱͕̭n̴̻d͇͓̜̝g̵̱̠̣͍̝ṟ̴̳͔͔͇̞̙o̻w̧̖̰͔̤̜͙͙i͔̼̱͔n̢͚͔̜g̤̜͚͎̺͠a͓͇n҉̫d͍̫͖̙͙̱͞g̕r̵̯̰̰̫̼̹o̢̖̲̪͚w̯͍̯͉̯͖͍i̥̺̠̬̝͚n̵̳̱͓͕g̸a̩̼̞̬̟͉͠n̡͎̩̯̰̼d̰̖̯̙̦̪g̷r̖̥̥̹͕͓͝o͍̹͚̟͖w̛̖̻͉͕̠i͠n̡̮̩͓̪g̶̭̙̯͓̜a̘̫̥̦̱͡n͓̖̖̮̪̺͝d̛g̦̱̬r҉̱̗̱͉̟o̸̫̳̳̥w̟͜i̥n̸͎͖g͘a̠̲̻n̡̲̞̣̤d̰̣͖͓͇g͍͔̭̜̘r̢o̡̪̹̪̰͙͕͍w̺̲̟̫̗͎͚i̟͘n̟̠͇̩̟ͅg̡̣͇̪̳ạ̻̻̹̪n̝̹͙̮͜d̖̱͉̤͈̘ͅg̸͙̜r͙o̧͔̯̮̰͎̙ẁ̙̥i͝ṇ͍g̟͕͉̘̝a̗̻̲͙͙̯͢n͙̪dg̖͓̟̞r̵͙o҉̥͖̳wiṋ̙̞͎g̸̤̱̟̫̞a͎ṋ̦̪̝̥̰̠͡d̷̫g̬̟̠rǫ̥̤̻w̤͕͙͉̠̥ͅi̷̠̩n̜̠̹̖̟͔̥ggrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎wingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙
̫̪̦̝̪̣̖r̶͉̫o̠͉͓̩̰͘w͔͔͕͉i̴̖͚̼̱n̲̜̮̩̼g͇̤͓͙̲͇̀a̰̞͕̝̣̟͕n̡͉̪d̦g͙̳̯̺ṛ̱o̲̦͓̮̬̩̖͡w̬̬į͈n̴̲̥̳̤̼͕ͅģ̞̻̝͍̯a̟̮͎͓̥͇n̞̣͙d̛̙̜̦̗̱̗̫g̵͈̤̜̝̲͎͓ro͝w͙i̦͍̟̲̖n͍͕͘ga̟̞̝̟̗̤͇n̮̫̲̠͇̩͙d̳͚͖̪̖͜g̝̯r̶̩̮̮͕̱o҉͚̭͙w̡͓̳̝̫í̮nga͙̘̣̫̘͘n̻̘̮̣̠͉ͅd̬͎̳͜g̳̻̟r̴̥̫̲̠̞̩o҉w͇̭͚͉i̘͓̹͇̱̰̙n͈̠͇͓̦̹̥g̰̫a͇̬̼͍͚ņ͎͔d̵̗g̗̪r̶̦̝o̟̰͜w̨̪i͓͚̭̖n͉͟g̸͚̪̪a̳͖ͅn̦̙͈͚̺d̜̯̫͙̞͇̫g̦̫͘r̫̹̻o̪͓̙w̺̩̖̕i̥̘̤͔̪̹̕n̪̠͇̖̳g̨̞a̪̰̭ͅń̦̼̙ͅd͎͚̪͔g̯͇̳r̠̯̗͎̺o̧̤̼̳͕w̙̬̹i̠͚̘̺̗n͔g̟͍̳a̹͈̟̦͍͓̤nd̤̞̲̗̻gr̭̘̜̺͙͢o͕̪̯͎̬̕ͅw̱͈̠̪į̘̞͓̝̺n̟͍͎̟̟̣͢g̷̠̦ͅa̤̮n̢̥͇̝̻d̵̥͍̫͎͚g͉̪̯͔r҉̖̲̠̜o̳̬̣͇̜̬w̧̠i̭͚̗͚͉̠͜n̺̙̞͚̣g̹̤̙͇͔a̮̯͈̰͝n̵̠͔̰̱͈͖d̳̼̦͉̥̺̳g̕r̰͈o̤̗w͔̞͓̰i̷̗̠̪̱̩̺͓n̝͕̱g̫̦̩̰͚̹͘à͔ͅn̛d̹͕͉͜g̡̼r̦̗̭̥o̸̥w̫̻i̪̠̙n̩͇̻ͅg̟̗͇͙͍͟a̮̭̩n̩d̵̝̲̱g̘͎͇r̬̮̪͇̝̖͈o̜͖͇̣̻̪͝w̺͍̠͎̰͖͡i͞ṋ̘g̶͇̥̰a̸͓̮̲̥̼̮͓n̖̲̼̬̳̫d̯͖͔͔͙g̠̦̗̝r̯̩o̡̜͚̹̹̪̺̻w̛̬̙͈͉i̡͍̻̝͎n̷̺g̩̯͈̰̜̺̭a̸̭̦̘n̛̝̹ḑ̻g̻r̳̕o̙w̺i̵̲̻n̗̺̩̝̳͙g̸ḩ͔̹f҉̦̮͕͕̭g͈̺̝̰̺̼͚͝;̭͙̼̫͞
a̹̖̰͡n̫͚͍d͞g̻̹̲̮r̸̞̜̰ͅo̫̫̱̪̪͡ẉ̸͔͚̘͚̜̠i̥nga̫n̺͓͖d̗̮̖̹g̲͖͔͉̦r͕̼̼̰̪̘͟o̱͍̳ẃ͉̲͎̫͎̥͈i̛̜͕n̞̙g͍ḁ͙̼͚̰ͅn̬͍̭̙̫d̷͇͍̱͓̫g̱̹̭͓͈͖͚r̶̤͇͍ͅò̜͓͓̗̗̯wi̼̳n̞̥͚g̹̘͇̜̪̱̜a͚̹͞ͅn̦̘̘d͙͇̳̤̜̘ͅg̬͕̩̼̼̟͍r̡̥͔̬͕o̗̰͚̰̙͇ẃ̹̞̱͍̹̗̦i̡͍̖͔̬̱̤͇n͠g͙̘an̢̝͓̱͔̺d҉͙͈̗̘g̟͍̭r̠̠̀o̮̳̣wi̷̪̳̬̖͓n͝g̰͚̕an͇̝̞d̟̘̙̠͜g̸̦̲͈̩̣ͅro͚̟̘̪͡w͓͙̠͉͔ḭ͍̖̱̠͎͍͠n͇̼͙ga̸͎͉̤͓̱͕̭n̴̻d͇͓̜̝g̵̱̠̣͍̝ṟ̴̳͔͔͇̞̙o̻w̧̖̰͔̤̜͙͙i͔̼̱͔n̢͚͔̜g̤̜͚͎̺͠a͓͇n҉̫d͍̫͖̙͙̱͞g̕r̵̯̰̰̫̼̹o̢̖̲̪͚w̯͍̯͉̯͖͍i̥̺̠̬̝͚n̵̳̱͓͕g̸a̩̼̞̬̟͉͠n̡͎̩̯̰̼d̰̖̯̙̦̪g̷r̖̥̥̹͕͓͝o͍̹͚̟͖w̛̖̻͉͕̠i͠n̡̮̩͓̪g̶̭̙̯͓̜a̘̫̥̦̱͡n͓̖̖̮̪̺͝d̛g̦̱̬r҉̱̗̱͉̟o̸̫̳̳̥w̟͜i̥n̸͎͖g͘a̠̲̻n̡̲̞̣̤d̰̣͖͓͇g͍͔̭̜̘r̢o̡̪̹̪̰͙͕͍w̺̲̟̫̗͎͚i̟͘n̟̠͇̩̟ͅg̡̣͇̪̳ạ̻̻̹̪n̝̹͙̮͜d̖̱͉̤͈̘ͅg̸͙̜r͙o̧͔̯̮̰͎̙ẁ̙̥i͝ṇ͍g̟͕͉̘̝a̗̻̲͙͙̯͢n͙̪dg̖͓̟̞r̵͙o҉̥͖̳wiṋ̙̞͎g̸̤̱̟̫̞a͎ṋ̦̪̝̥̰̠͡d̷̫g̬̟̠rǫ̥̤̻w̤͕͙͉̠̥ͅi̷̠̩n̜̠̹̖̟͔̥ggrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎wingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙
̫̪̦̝̪̣̖r̶͉̫o̠͉͓̩̰͘w͔͔͕͉i̴̖͚̼̱n̲̜̮̩̼g͇̤͓͙̲͇̀a̰̞͕̝̣̟͕n̡͉̪d̦g͙̳̯̺ṛ̱o̲̦͓̮̬̩̖͡w̬̬į͈n̴̲̥̳̤̼͕ͅģ̞̻̝͍̯a̟̮͎͓̥͇n̞̣͙d̛̙̜̦̗̱̗̫g̵͈̤̜̝̲͎͓ro͝w͙i̦͍̟̲̖n͍͕͘ga̟̞̝̟̗̤͇n̮̫̲̠͇̩͙d̳͚͖̪̖͜g̝̯r̶̩̮̮͕̱o҉͚̭͙w̡͓̳̝̫í̮nga͙̘̣̫̘͘n̻̘̮̣̠͉ͅd̬͎̳͜g̳̻̟r̴̥̫̲̠̞̩o҉w͇̭͚͉i̘͓̹͇̱̰̙n͈̠͇͓̦̹̥g̰̫a͇̬̼͍͚ņ͎͔d̵̗g̗̪r̶̦̝o̟̰͜w̨̪i͓͚̭̖n͉͟g̸͚̪̪a̳͖ͅn̦̙͈͚̺d̜̯̫͙̞͇̫g̦̫͘r̫̹̻o̪͓̙w̺̩̖̕i̥̘̤͔̪̹̕n̪̠͇̖̳g̨̞a̪̰̭ͅń̦̼̙ͅd͎͚̪͔g̯͇̳r̠̯̗͎̺o̧̤̼̳͕w̙̬̹i̠͚̘̺̗n͔g̟͍̳a̹͈̟̦͍͓̤nd̤̞̲̗̻gr̭̘̜̺͙͢o͕̪̯͎̬̕ͅw̱͈̠̪į̘̞͓̝̺n̟͍͎̟̟̣͢g̷̠̦ͅa̤̮n̢̥͇̝̻d̵̥͍̫͎͚g͉̪̯͔r҉̖̲̠̜o̳̬̣͇̜̬w̧̠i̭͚̗͚͉̠͜n̺̙̞͚̣g̹̤̙͇͔a̮̯͈̰͝n̵̠͔̰̱͈͖d̳̼̦͉̥̺̳g̕r̰͈o̤̗w͔̞͓̰i̷̗̠̪̱̩̺͓n̝͕̱g̫̦̩̰͚̹͘à͔ͅn̛d̹͕͉͜g̡̼r̦̗̭̥o̸̥w̫̻i̪̠̙n̩͇̻ͅg̟̗͇͙͍͟a̮̭̩n̩d̵̝̲̱g̘͎͇r̬̮̪͇̝̖͈o̜͖͇̣̻̪͝w̺͍̠͎̰͖͡i͞ṋ̘g̶͇̥̰a̸͓̮̲̥̼̮͓n̖̲̼̬̳̫d̯͖͔͔͙g̠̦̗̝r̯̩o̡̜͚̹̹̪̺̻w̛̬̙͈͉i̡͍̻̝͎n̷̺g̩̯͈̰̜̺̭a̸̭̦̘n̛̝̹ḑ̻g̻r̳̕o̙w̺i̵̲̻n̗̺̩̝̳͙g̸ḩ͔̹f҉̦̮͕͕̭g͈̺̝̰̺̼͚͝;̭͙̼̫͞
a̹̖̰͡n̫͚͍d͞g̻̹̲̮r̸̞̜̰ͅo̫̫̱̪̪͡ẉ̸͔͚̘͚̜̠i̥nga̫n̺͓͖d̗̮̖̹g̲͖͔͉̦r͕̼̼̰̪̘͟o̱͍̳ẃ͉̲͎̫͎̥͈i̛̜͕n̞̙g͍ḁ͙̼͚̰ͅn̬͍̭̙̫d̷͇͍̱͓̫g̱̹̭͓͈͖͚r̶̤͇͍ͅò̜͓͓̗̗̯wi̼̳n̞̥͚g̹̘͇̜̪̱̜a͚̹͞ͅn̦̘̘d͙͇̳̤̜̘ͅg̬͕̩̼̼̟͍r̡̥͔̬͕o̗̰͚̰̙͇ẃ̹̞̱͍̹̗̦i̡͍̖͔̬̱̤͇n͠g͙̘an̢̝͓̱͔̺d҉͙͈̗̘g̟͍̭r̠̠̀o̮̳̣wi̷̪̳̬̖͓n͝g̰͚̕an͇̝̞d̟̘̙̠͜g̸̦̲͈̩̣ͅro͚̟̘̪͡w͓͙̠͉͔ḭ͍̖̱̠͎͍͠n͇̼͙ga̸͎͉̤͓̱͕̭n̴̻d͇͓̜̝g̵̱̠̣͍̝ṟ̴̳͔͔͇̞̙o̻w̧̖̰͔̤̜͙͙i͔̼̱͔n̢͚͔̜g̤̜͚͎̺͠a͓͇n҉̫d͍̫͖̙͙̱͞g̕r̵̯̰̰̫̼̹o̢̖̲̪͚w̯͍̯͉̯͖͍i̥̺̠̬̝͚n̵̳̱͓͕g̸a̩̼̞̬̟͉͠n̡͎̩̯̰̼d̰̖̯̙̦̪g̷r̖̥̥̹͕͓͝o͍̹͚̟͖w̛̖̻͉͕̠i͠n̡̮̩͓̪g̶̭̙̯͓̜a̘̫̥̦̱͡n͓̖̖̮̪̺͝d̛g̦̱̬r҉̱̗̱͉̟o̸̫̳̳̥w̟͜i̥n̸͎͖g͘a̠̲̻n̡̲̞̣̤d̰̣͖͓͇g͍͔̭̜̘r̢o̡̪̹̪̰͙͕͍w̺̲̟̫̗͎͚i̟͘n̟̠͇̩̟ͅg̡̣͇̪̳ạ̻̻̹̪n̝̹͙̮͜d̖̱͉̤͈̘ͅg̸͙̜r͙o̧͔̯̮̰͎̙ẁ̙̥i͝ṇ͍g̟͕͉̘̝a̗̻̲͙͙̯͢n͙̪dg̖͓̟̞r̵͙o҉̥͖̳wiṋ̙̞͎g̸̤̱̟̫̞a͎ṋ̦̪̝̥̰̠͡d̷̫g̬̟̠rǫ̥̤̻w̤͕͙͉̠̥ͅi̷̠̩n̜̠̹̖̟͔̥ggrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎wingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙
̫̪̦̝̪̣̖r̶͉̫o̠͉͓̩̰͘w͔͔͕͉i̴̖͚̼̱n̲̜̮̩̼g͇̤͓͙̲͇̀a̰̞͕̝̣̟͕n̡͉̪d̦g͙̳̯̺ṛ̱o̲̦͓̮̬̩̖͡w̬̬į͈n̴̲̥̳̤̼͕ͅģ̞̻̝͍̯a̟̮͎͓̥͇n̞̣͙d̛̙̜̦̗̱̗̫g̵͈̤̜̝̲͎͓ro͝w͙i̦͍̟̲̖n͍͕͘ga̟̞̝̟̗̤͇n̮̫̲̠͇̩͙d̳͚͖̪̖͜g̝̯r̶̩̮̮͕̱o҉͚̭͙w̡͓̳̝̫í̮nga͙̘̣̫̘͘n̻̘̮̣̠͉ͅd̬͎̳͜g̳̻̟r̴̥̫̲̠̞̩o҉w͇̭͚͉i̘͓̹͇̱̰̙n͈̠͇͓̦̹̥g̰̫a͇̬̼͍͚ņ͎͔d̵̗g̗̪r̶̦̝o̟̰͜w̨̪i͓͚̭̖n͉͟g̸͚̪̪a̳͖ͅn̦̙͈͚̺d̜̯̫͙̞͇̫g̦̫͘r̫̹̻o̪͓̙w̺̩̖̕i̥̘̤͔̪̹̕n̪̠͇̖̳g̨̞a̪̰̭ͅń̦̼̙ͅd͎͚̪͔g̯͇̳r̠̯̗͎̺o̧̤̼̳͕w̙̬̹i̠͚̘̺̗n͔g̟͍̳a̹͈̟̦͍͓̤nd̤̞̲̗̻gr̭̘̜̺͙͢o͕̪̯͎̬̕ͅw̱͈̠̪į̘̞͓̝̺n̟͍͎̟̟̣͢g̷̠̦ͅa̤̮n̢̥͇̝̻d̵̥͍̫͎͚g͉̪̯͔r҉̖̲̠̜o̳̬̣͇̜̬w̧̠i̭͚̗͚͉̠͜n̺̙̞͚̣g̹̤̙͇͔a̮̯͈̰͝n̵̠͔̰̱͈͖d̳̼̦͉̥̺̳g̕r̰͈o̤̗w͔̞͓̰i̷̗̠̪̱̩̺͓n̝͕̱g̫̦̩̰͚̹͘à͔ͅn̛d̹͕͉͜g̡̼r̦̗̭̥o̸̥w̫̻i̪̠̙n̩͇̻ͅg̟̗͇͙͍͟a̮̭̩n̩d̵̝̲̱g̘͎͇r̬̮̪͇̝̖͈o̜͖͇̣̻̪͝w̺͍̠͎̰͖͡i͞ṋ̘g̶͇̥̰a̸͓̮̲̥̼̮͓n̖̲̼̬̳̫d̯͖͔͔͙g̠̦̗̝r̯̩o̡̜͚̹̹̪̺̻w̛̬̙͈͉i̡͍̻̝͎n̷̺g̩̯͈̰̜̺̭a̸̭̦̘n̛̝̹ḑ̻g̻r̳̕o̙w̺i̵̲̻n̗̺̩̝̳͙g̸ḩ͔̹f҉̦̮͕͕̭g͈̺̝̰̺̼͚͝;̭͙̼̫͞
a̹̖̰͡n̫͚͍d͞g̻̹̲̮r̸̞̜̰ͅo̫̫̱̪̪͡ẉ̸͔͚̘͚̜̠i̥nga̫n̺͓͖d̗̮̖̹g̲͖͔͉̦r͕̼̼̰̪̘͟o̱͍̳ẃ͉̲͎̫͎̥͈i̛̜͕n̞̙g͍ḁ͙̼͚̰ͅn̬͍̭̙̫d̷͇͍̱͓̫g̱̹̭͓͈͖͚r̶̤͇͍ͅò̜͓͓̗̗̯wi̼̳n̞̥͚g̹̘͇̜̪̱̜a͚̹͞ͅn̦̘̘d͙͇̳̤̜̘ͅg̬͕̩̼̼̟͍r̡̥͔̬͕o̗̰͚̰̙͇ẃ̹̞̱͍̹̗̦i̡͍̖͔̬̱̤͇n͠g͙̘an̢̝͓̱͔̺d҉͙͈̗̘g̟͍̭r̠̠̀o̮̳̣wi̷̪̳̬̖͓n͝g̰͚̕an͇̝̞d̟̘̙̠͜g̸̦̲͈̩̣ͅro͚̟̘̪͡w͓͙̠͉͔ḭ͍̖̱̠͎͍͠n͇̼͙ga̸͎͉̤͓̱͕̭n̴̻d͇͓̜̝g̵̱̠̣͍̝ṟ̴̳͔͔͇̞̙o̻w̧̖̰͔̤̜͙͙i͔̼̱͔n̢͚͔̜g̤̜͚͎̺͠a͓͇n҉̫d͍̫͖̙͙̱͞g̕r̵̯̰̰̫̼̹o̢̖̲̪͚w̯͍̯͉̯͖͍i̥̺̠̬̝͚n̵̳̱͓͕g̸a̩̼̞̬̟͉͠n̡͎̩̯̰̼d̰̖̯̙̦̪g̷r̖̥̥̹͕͓͝o͍̹͚̟͖w̛̖̻͉͕̠i͠n̡̮̩͓̪g̶̭̙̯͓̜a̘̫̥̦̱͡n͓̖̖̮̪̺͝d̛g̦̱̬r҉̱̗̱͉̟o̸̫̳̳̥w̟͜i̥n̸͎͖g͘a̠̲̻n̡̲̞̣̤d̰̣͖͓͇g͍͔̭̜̘r̢o̡̪̹̪̰͙͕͍w̺̲̟̫̗͎͚i̟͘n̟̠͇̩̟ͅg̡̣͇̪̳ạ̻̻̹̪n̝̹͙̮͜d̖̱͉̤͈̘ͅg̸͙̜r͙o̧͔̯̮̰͎̙ẁ̙̥i͝ṇ͍g̟͕͉̘̝a̗̻̲͙͙̯͢n͙̪dg̖͓̟̞r̵͙o҉̥͖̳wiṋ̙̞͎g̸̤̱̟̫̞a͎ṋ̦̪̝̥̰̠͡d̷̫g̬̟̠rǫ̥̤̻w̤͕͙͉̠̥ͅi̷̠̩n̜̠̹̖̟͔̥ggrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowinga;
ndgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrowingandgrow̙̲ͅiǹg͖̭̙̩̝̰͜a̸̤͍̤͉̤̞ͅn̯̘̪̭ͅdg̶̱͓̜r̟͍ow͍̺̟̼̣̱̹͞i͖̬͔n͏̭͓g̹̖͉̮̙͜a̛̻͔n͙̯̪̲͙d͍̣͉́ͅg̠̹̣͍r͎͉͎o͇̭w̙i̦̟̫͠n͍͖̟͚ͅg̯͉͉̰̳͖͢a̴̮n͓͕̗̕d̮̫̱͎̦g͠r̟͈̜o̩w͔͉ḭ̣̠̠͙̗̦ǹ̜̜̺g̸̜a͏̪̺̻̭̯̯͕n҉͇͕̬͕̲͇̪d͔̬g̥͔r̟͚͉͍o̗̬̰ͅw͢in͏͔̯͈̤̹̩̺g̵̳͙͇̤a̱͜n̲̻͙̘̦̳̥d̙̝͉͇́g͏ro̧̱w͎̼̣̦̮͠i͎͎͉͓̹n̡̟̣̘̬̳g̠̠̯̣̼͓͓a̟̣̳̮n̬̣d̦̻̮͖̰̻g̶̤̰̲͍r̘o͕̪͈̹̖w̴̱͕̫i̢̠͇̤̞ͅͅn̜̦͚ga͖̭̻͙n͙̙͕̮d̙̟̩̝͓̲g̡̖̟̤̠͉;̶̮̪m͢;̴̻̙)̡͍̻̺̘͎
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"they weren't the same after that"

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 8:25 am

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The forest on the kalon's back is an exact mirror of the forest that it protects. A tree chopped from the forest equates to one shed from the kalon's back. As for a large chunk of the forest burnt down and cleared for land development-- well, that would equal trouble for the kalon.

The forest was a typical deciduous forest prior, filled with the average medley of tree species and climate changing with the seasons-- nothing too particularly out of the ordinary. Just another forest in the expanse of grand old planet Earth. However, it hasn't been the same since the events in the story. It has actually grown into something quite terrifying.

Tendrils of foliage wrap around every corner of the forest. The trees have grown in crooked-- sinister. The treetops curl and tangle with each other at the very top, limiting the natural light and shading the forest-- almost as if guarding it from the outside world. This forest sits at the very edge of a cliffside-- the only other exit besides where you wander in from. It is a rather... sharp drop, all the way down. A very sharp, though, tempting drop for intruders who have been trapped, wandering for days upon weeks in the endless forest, just so desperate to escape...



Though this is particularly rare. It is actually very hard to enter the forest now.

...

But of course, there are those who do manage to weasel their way in. Yes, there is always some wily little scamp who tries to act like a hero and enter the forest, against all warnings, or the occasional ignorant lumberjack who's just trying to get his next pay.

For those -- human and kalon alike...

...


They don't make it out.


(perhaps it is the bitterness


in the kalon's heart


that caused it to grow back this way?)


There is definitely something odd about this forest for sure-- with people who have gone missing after entering it; it's become quite the topic of conversation of the locals on the outside. They say that it exists on several different planes of existence. Though, the barrier between these planes are weak-- and so they meld into each other, always shifting, changing. Which means that should you, by some off chance, make it out of the forest, you might not even be where you think you are. They say that the Forest Guardian is the sole controller of this, bending and twisting the planes into each other at will to trap intruders.

So is this true?
Or hearsay?

Nobody dares chancing the endeavor. They generally steer clear from the Forest Guardian's domain-- shooing their kits away from the forest, feverishly whispering warnings to stay away, warnings of how they will never be able to return.

And so, the truth?

It is lost,

known only to the forest itself.

✦★✦

A grand old tree lies deep in the forest's heart-- towering above all else. They say that it is the oldest tree in the entire forest-- the tree that started it all.

And the very tree that bore the seed from which the kalon was born, in fact.

It sports all sorts of life, providing a home to numerous species, from birds to plants, even mushrooms have sprouted from it's bark in some areas. A field of red roses surround it's base-- a ray of sunlight cascades from the breaks in the trees in order to provide the necessary light for the growth of this flower patch. It truly is quite the sight for those who are fortunate enough to see it. This area is cared for by all inhabitants-- those who live in the forest consider it to be sacred. All events take place here, around this tree. Some even come here to pray-- viewing the tree to be a sort of spirit itself.

Some even claim to hear it whisper to them...

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bαรє lσяє wrote:

"Long ago there lived a kindly old witch in a forest who spent her days with her kalons.

The witch protected the forest, but she could feel that she was growing old.

She enchanted a seed with the soul of a kalon and buried it deep in the woods,

in hopes that

someday

a kalon would come from the earth

to guard the forest she left behind."



Ah, so whatever happened to the old witch?

She gave her breath and blood to the forest, protecting it long during her lifetime.

Even a concept such as death could not take that from her. A love as strong as that could never die...

Her soul still rests in this forest-- where she is bound eternally. Her spirit actually lies in the great big tree-- in the very heart of the forest. Aye, it is fitting-- she practically was the heart of the forest during her lifetime, tending to it on the regular. It's only natural that her soul should be rebirthed into the very core of what she loved the most, where she can watch over all that goes on within it.

This tree is the center of all events, and held sacred, even holy to some-- yet, they're all blithe to her existence. She is an all omnipotent force, with acute knowledge of the events that transpire within the forest, despite the faint acknowledgement of her presence.

Oh, but she is not forgotten. There is but one entity that knows that she's there.

Yes,

the kalon.

It was definitely quite the shock when they heard the tree talking back them one day-- but they recognized the voice right away.
Despite the witch passing on before the seed from which the kalon was born even germinated; despite the kalon never having heard the voice before-- they felt the answer resonate within them. It was instinct. Before they could stop themselves, they felt the word slip from their mouth:


─────────────────────────────────────────────────────(grandma...?)─────────────


If the forest was the kalon's parent then the witch would definitely be their grandparent. The old witch chuckles at this and nodded (before actually verbally confirming this-- she forgets that she's a spirit sometimes, she always says, forgets that others can't see a nod of her head, or even see her at all.) The kalon trembles, and tears slip from their eyes as they're met with the realization that they were never truly alone. That the old witch was, and will continue to be, with them forever.
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"but hey, they weren't always this way"

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 8:47 am

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It started out as a simple sprout-- nothing more than a bud when the kalon was born. This forest has developed with the kalon--

The kalon's first steps was the pioneer stage of ecological succession-- the tiny forest was home to nothing more to lichens and mosses. The very barebones of an ecosystem, as the kalon learned the basics of life.

The kalon's childhood years is one of much development for sure. They haven't got a grasp of their role in this forest yet, it is far too early. Now, they learn the laws of the forest, establish relations with the other fauna, observe the happenings-- and just generally try to enjoy their life as a kit. The forest on their back is more than just lichens now-- grasses grow in along with some other herbacious plants, even the occasional shrub. The pattern for the cycle of life has just begun-- species establish themselves and begin to flourish, birth and death occurs. It is hard for the kalon to understand concepts of death at first-- understand the food chain; how sometimes others must die for the preservation of others...

The young kalon has quite a few years on them now, and they understand the cycle of life and their position in this ecosystem. They're only just starting to fulfill their duties as Guardian-- and the animals in the forest begin to gaze upon them with reverie. Who knew their childhood playmate would be the forest's protector-- the guard of their very home? The tiny forest is beginning to look like a real forest now-- it's begun to grow trees. It's begun to become a younger version of the large forest that the kalon lives in.

The kalon stands proud and tall in the heart of their forest. They've adjusted well into their role, and have dutifully served as it's protector. Some even cheer while they walk past and they feel... alive. They are in their prime, and so is the forest-- fully grown and flourishing-- serving as a home to many different species. Each passing day is one filled with life. Nothing could go wrong.

Until the day that it did. One faithful day, the very second the kalon's back was turned the destruction began. This was only the first of many attempts at destroying the forest so near and dear to them all, the kalon would soon come to learn, but now they live in the present. They are scared, staring at the cinders and remains of a patch of their forest with a mix of awe and fear. A family once lived there. Many families. Who knows of their fate... now reduced to ash. Only a few grasses remained resilient; scorched, but standing strong, and a few hardy lichens on rocks-- the true pioneers. The kalon had felt the pain of it all too... that was the moment they had realized something was amiss. But they disregarded it-- they couldn't place why they felt such a searing pain through their back-- this was the first time they've dealt with the forest being in any kind of dire danger-- and so they brushed it off as nothing. It is here that they begin to realize that they've been sheltered; blithe to all of the struggles and responsibilities of a guardian. Perhaps they still have much to learn...

The kalon pads through the forest with their head down, not daring to look anyone in the eye. They are still recovering from what had happened-- mentally and physically. While the physical damage done to the forest and kalon could be recovered, the scars still remain. Its easy to see the forest fire scars in a tree stump-- they tend to be very telling. And such remains true for the kalon as well. They have not interacted with anyone for a while now-- he's withdrawn considerably so. They recoil when others try to reach out to them. While the wound is old enough to go from scab to scar-- it still has not been granted enough time to fade away.

The thing about scars though, is that they tend to protect you from further damage as your skin heals. Tougher skin made to endure further trauma so that the same thing cannot hurt you again. All part of the healing process. Their forest begins to heal some, before enduring another attack-- lumberjacks this time. The kalon is shaken, but less so than the first time. Then it happens again. And again. The kalon wards off the intruders when they can, but even they can't stop everything. The repeated exposure to these dangers had made them grow almost completely callous to it. And maybe even just a little... angry.

The kalon gazes upon their home with hollow eyes. They've grown tired at this point, seasons after seasons of recovering the damage-- and this had been the worst one yet. But their home would be a victim to this treatment no longer. They have no idea how they've done it, but the forest had grown back into a barricade it seems-- the trees haphazardly tangled into one another, forming a sort of barrier. It should be very hard to enter now. And they could take care of the rest-- they could handle the stragglers who still manage to wedge their way in. But still they feel... empty somehow. That this isn't right, somehow. A slight, but persistent, nagging feeling of doubt. They quickly brush off the feeling. At least their home was safe. And they will do everything in their power to keep it this way.


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"and i can assure you, they're not that bad"

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 8:51 am

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The forest and the kalon are spiritually binded-- they say the seed the kalon was born from was taken from the very heart of the forest itself. So the Kalon's health is dependent entirely on the state the forest is in-- if it is in trouble, so is the kalon, and incidently, if the forest dies, so do they. Additionally, this Kalon has several powers to maintain the forest's development-- they can produce seeds/spores from their tail, and their tears can summon rain, notably. Additionally, the Kalon can communicate with all of the forest's flora and fauna. However, it's power is limited to the forest exclusively and they cannot venture outside of the forest they guard. As such they don't have many friends outside of the creatures of the forest. Though, they are wary of, and not at all friendly towards, outsiders who should wander in regardless.


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Trait Analysis:
+ protective, dedicated, gentle
- bitter, suspicious, loner

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Protective: Their most notable quality-- they're extremely protective over every tree and bush in the forest. It's due to this that the forest is in it's current condition-- due to their intense need to keep it sheltered. To be fair, they have to be this way; the forest is their liveblood--literally. Their treats it as if it were a part of themself (and it is, in a sense) and they treat the inhabitants of it as if they were their own children.

Additionally, while it is a rare thing for an outsider to enter the forest, and an even greater rarity for the kalon to be welcoming towards them-- there is a time where the kalon takes pity upon the young intruder. They have a sixth sense for that sort of thing-- being able to notice the weary, the broken, the ones with no other options-- those who have been as badly damaged as the kalon was. They can sense this negative energy in the forest and will occasionally reach out to them-- offering them refuge in the forest, under the condition that they are to never leave, taking them under their wing.

Dedicated: They work hard to keep their forest in top shape. They patrol the perimeter daily, making sure every flower is watered and that every animal is sheltered. If they find a problem, they won't quit until its remedied, no doubt about it. This vigilance causes them to be held in pretty high regard by the inhabitants of the forest-- they know that they will always be there to count on.

Bitter: They may be an all-omnipotent being of the forest, but that doesn't mean they're benevolent. Every rose has it's thorns, after all. And they just can't forgive how others have disrespected their forest-- their home, after years and years of being passive towards it. They now hold this grudge close to their heart and don't let go-- it's consumed them, it seems.

Suspicious: After everything they've seen and everything that others have done, they're generally suspicious of outsiders. They mess with intruders, shifting and maneuvering the forest path so they can never escape, and are trapped there for eternity in reparation for their intrusion-- it wasn't to be touched by outsiders, they only bring back trouble-- so now in return, they are a part of the forest now.

Forever.


Loner: They keep to themself and doesn't particularly care too much for company. It's only partially because they're not trusting of others-- they're actually rather awkward as well, and doesn't know how to interact with others well. They were born alone and raised themself-- and the animals don't exactly talk so they're not used to prolonged interaction. They usually communicate with a nod of the head or a flick of their tail-- just basic body language. Not to mention the whole "no strangers allowed in my domain" sort of thing they have going on.

Gentle: They might look intimidating, and they definitely probably aren't happy to see you if you're in their forest, but they're actually really just a big lug. Their scary appearance is really just all show-- they wouldn't hurt a fly. The forest inhabitants trust them with their life. Some animal kits even try and play with him on occasion. While they're not too keen on the whole "play" sorta thing, they allow them to nip on his ears and climb all over him while he lounges about. This, however, does not mean they're one to be trifled with.


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Power Analysis:
General
Emotion Based

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General

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This Kalon has basic powers to maintain the forest's health and well being.

They can generally be utilized at any time, and have a pretty low cooldown period.

They're used by the kalon on the regular,

so they're pretty readily available and can be performed without effort.

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Seed production: wrote:
Plant seeds and spores

can be produced and dispersed from

the Kalon's tail.

With a quick flick and swish of the tail,

these seeds can be ejected quite far,

giving them a lot of leeway for growth!
Plant Growth: wrote:
You ever hear the theory

that talking to plants can help them grow?

It's still up in the air for if this actually works for us--

but it sure works for the kalon!
Bulb production: wrote:
A little bit more complex

from seed production--

bulbs are not produced in the tail at all,

but rather with in a specific, gizzard-esc type organ.

Consuming the plant in question will start out this process--

from which it travels to this special organ.

The organ will compact the plants remains into such a bulb.

These bulbs must ferment for a few days before they can be

regurgitated and ready for planting.

(In short, they're quite like
owl pellets, if you need a visual!)



Note:

While this kalon can help things grow, their powers are limited to the living.

They, unfortunately, cannot do much about dead plant life--

they can do as much as we can for dying plants, give water, and the likes--

but they cannot revive what has already died.

Unfortunately, no life lasts forever.

They can only replant things; start things over again.





Emotion Based


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These powers are more tricky-- they can only be triggered by an emotional response.

And just as emotions are, they're not easy to control.

More often than not, these happen involuntarily and can't be stopped until the kalon calms down.

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Rainstorm wrote:

This kalon can summon the rain with their tears! The force of it is dependent on the mood-- tears of joy often

yield a light drizzle, as it isn't as intense an emotion as, say, anger, which would yield a thunderstorm. General sadness would be

right in the middle-- with just your average rain. The duration of the storm is dependent on the duration of the emotion that the

kalon is feeling.
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"they try hard to protect this place"

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 8:58 am

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"...i hope that sates your curiousity"

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 9:00 am

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just some extra info that didn't fit anywhere else.


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"You really should give them more credit, you know." spoke the tree, to the kalon.

Such was not a verbal conversation-- 'twas a silent one. An exchange made only through eyes and thoughts. Unheard whispers between the witches spirit and the kalon.

"I could never. They're responsible for far too much destruction. Many have fallen because of them." the kalon replied.

"Such is a part of life, my dear friend. Things must die. Even you, my kalons, and I. It allows life to continue on. For new things to grow."

The kalon shook their head in disbelief. "It wasn't fair, it wasn't their time."

"Who's to say who's time comes when?" she pressed gently.

The kalon averted their eyes. Her wisdom struck a chord with them-- it always had. But they were still unmoved.

"Please, dear, open up your heart..." she pressed.

"...I can't. Not yet."

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•This Kalon is agender. They don't particularly care for any pronouns any which way, so you can refer to them however you'd like.

•Massive, liger size.

•Formerly more social but as their forest grew more and more threatening, so did they.

•On the rare occasion that they speak, their voice sounds like a whole bunch of voices layered over each other-- it sounds aggressive; it's kind of frightening and a little hard to understand.

•Naturally intimidating demeanor-- resting grouchy face and aren't particularly expressive.

•Coat and forest still changes with the seasons-- but the forest still looks sinister and overgrown regardless of season.

•The seasons within the forest are actually on the more extreme side-- not too extreme for life to be sustained, but the summers are on the warmer side and the winters can get kinda frigid.

•Temperament changes slightly depending on the season:

They're not a particularly expressive kalon once so ever-- but that doesn't mean they don't feel things. There isn't a large difference but there are some changes that are worth noting.

    Spring: Really at their prime in this season-- it's just something about the air and the sunshine after a long, hard winter that fills them with a renewed sense of hope. You might even catch them smiling at this time.

    Summer: Most ruthless here-- they actually favor the summertime the least. They don't particularly care for the warmth that summer brings-- and the sweating it causes is actually disgusting. The heat makes them the most temperamental-- they can't think as clearly; it is here that they might snap on occasion.

    Fall: A large recovery period from the summertime-- they like the fall season decently. The air gets crisper and it is usually followed by a nice breeze. (And between you and me-- they really like to roll around in the leaves at least once during the fall. It's quite fun, but you'll never catch them admitting that!) Though they might get a little down in the late fall-- as they are well aware that winter is coming.

    Winter: Particularly lethargic in wintertime. Spends a good portion of the day sleeping or resting. Withdraws from others now more than other in this time.


•Their halo makes an excellent nightlight/flashlight. This kal can be seen coming from a mile away, honestly. This also draws in those who are trapped in the forest, looking for escape-- A light in the dark forest certainly serves as a beacon of hope. This causes the kalon a great deal of annoyance; they don't like to be seen by outsiders-- much less, followed.

•They shed like nobody's business in the spring and fall. In spring, to regrow a shorter summer coat and in fall to grow in a thick coat for the chilly winter months, and the likes. There's kalon fur everywhere during these months. Like seriously. Birds like to collect it for their nests though, so it all works out.

•Their paw pads are rough like bark.

•They sleep a lot in the wintertime-- kind of like a semi-hibernation. They can't sleep the whole winter away though-- somebody's gotta watch the forest!

•100% fluff material fur-- it's super soft!

•They have a bad habit of chewing off their fur when they're stressed out.

•They like to sleep on the big tree within the heart of the forest. Whenever they're going to turn in for the night, they literally scale the tree-- they're actually a decent climber. However, being as heavy as they are, whenever they turn in for the night, they disturb the other inhabitants of the tree by rattling the branches as he climbs them. And on a rare occasion-- they underestimate how much weight the branch can hold and it snaps-- sending them spiraling to the ground in the midst of the night. The forest life finds it hilarious.

•The forest on it's back has it's own ecosystem as well (like other living creatures live there and such-- including other kalons!)

•This Kalon doesn't have a name of his own-- they go by whatever others call them. Most people speak of them in whispers, referring to them as 'the Forest Guardian'. Though, the flora and fauna of the forest affectionately refer to them as "the little tree" (in reference to them being born from the Big Tree)

•No one dares enters the kalon's forest now-- they're kind of regarded as the local cryptid. They don't particularly enjoy outsiders' company either. Those who dare try and enter are trapped for eternity.

•The witches spirit is very understanding towards the kalon's hatred towards humans. She's definitely been there, in her younger years. She really just hopes that they will learn to heal, just as she had. Still, she is patient with them.

•Cares for the forest and the life in it more than anything. Any harm done to it is seen as a serious offense.
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now you really should get going... (closing)

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 9:01 am

but he who is not afraid of my darkness,


will find banks full of roses

under my cypresses.
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Re: footnotes [ᵏᵃˡᵒᶰ #900 ᵗʳʸᵒᵘᵗ ᵈᶰᵖ]

Postby Fernathy » Thu Apr 27, 2017 9:03 am

footnotes:
"i am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses." -- Friedrich Nietzsche

the kalon from the beginning is not an actual existing kalon, and is there solely for introductory purposes, so I used the default kalon for design. color scheme is just monochrome to fit the theme

thanks for reading to the end! hope you're impressed. lots of love for this kal~ <3 -fern
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