"To say that I am the voice of the people is to show that I am selfish. To say that I am the voice of God is to appear before everyone as a heretic. I will not tell you that I am your voice, that I speak for everyone, or that I am the one chosen by God himself, because then I will not become better than all the unclean. I just want to tell you that God is with us all, and I am only the one who wants to help on his behalf, going through all the difficulties of this life, which can be thorny and painful. So let me become your guide to his halls of peace and rest, because he is ready to receive you all and deliver you from this pain, fear and sins. So open your hearts and give them to him. Let everyone hear him, even those in other universes, because he is one, and he is here" - The Apostle of the Red Star
Backstory[]
Chapter 1: Red among White[]
Life is a game, and illusion is reality. What is there that no one knows if you don't know what is true and what is false. Murder is just a way to pass the time, love is just a drug that is difficult to get rid of. Wanting something is always normal, as well as feeling, but not wanting it is immoral. But why? No one knows. In principle, no one has ever known exactly what is what, what is time, feelings, love, affection, honor, truth, lies, hatred. All this is only abstract in our eyes, and everyone interprets as he sees it, and if he is mistaken, or rather if his judgments differ from what others think, then what will happen next? Will he accept the same point of view as they do, or will he just self-destruct as a person or something else? Huh, who would have known.
The beginning, everything is the same old, the war, which is like a decrepit and feeble old woman for an impatient guy who wants to get rid of her as soon as possible, but cannot in any way. In fear, banishing them all to this forgotten kennel, covering them with a barrier so as not to see their face anymore, because they look in the mirror, which is in a beautiful and expensive frame. Forgetting about them all as unnecessary garbage, because they were such for them, without even bothering to do anything, but they could, but as always, it's a sin to use their brains. Brute force and simplicity are best, and why, against their reflection to the best extent, although reflection...It's too strong to say, against my crooked self, that it was all this time with you and with everyone else, looking through the times and actions of the past. And fuck it, it's not their problem anymore, so why worry, what's done is done, and they don't care.
Walking with jerky steps along the winter path, although it is winter...it's rather a separate area with its own separate climate that reigns here, forcing anyone who sees it to ask a single question: "What the fuck is the fucking snow falling here?". But these questions will remain unanswered, because no one knows the answer for sure, it just falls and it's just cold here, that's the whole answer. However, the little skeleton did not care at all, looking at this strange smile on his face around, exhaling steam from his "mouth", until one day, he finds a very strange thing that just lies on the snow, and there is no one nearby, even though there are some traces. Approaching it, noticing that it is red and looking around, he stretches out his hand to this object and took it, raised it, began to examine it, noticing one thing.
The Cross of Blood Faith
"Hmm, what is it?" - the skeleton thought, examining this blood-red cross with intricate patterns. But without understanding what it was, he just shrugged and thought - "Well, okay, of course, this looks like a BONE question, so it's better to ask just some OLD BONES. Fortunately, I can ask Gerson, maybe he knows what it could be, after all, BONES that are many years old should know a lot of BONE things" - he thought and just put it in his pocket of a worn-out jacket
Walking through the snow with bare trees, that like skeletons in a museum hung on threads, then on rods, while those passing by looked at them, thinking about what they were like in life? Right. After all, they are dead, in the eternal cold and permafrost that has bound everything here, in this God-forsaken place. He doesn't say anything, but he cheerfully walks through the various places that lined up on his sides, while passers-by walked here and there, noticing this little skeleton. Minutes of walking passed unnoticed with his desire to find out what kind of cross he has here and, going into Waterfall, he contemplates these rivers or streams that flow so beautifully and calmly here, while leaves or small knots fall, floating downstream into the distance, not knowing where, and it doesn't matter. He walked, passing further and further, sometimes looking around, noticing various other monsters that were talking to each other. They are all so different, but so friendly, that this is just the perfect example of the proverb: "Opposites attract." And finally, having reached the cherished goal, where this big and old turtle is sitting, snoring on a chair, on whose rough and wrinkled face a gray beard flaunts from years of living, well, the skeleton, seeing its cherished goal, ran up to him. Hearing that someone had approached him, he lazily opened his left eye and looked at him with interest, the one who had disturbed his little rest.
Hello, my young visitor. I'm glad someone finally looked into my old shop - Gerson said, looking at him with only one eye while the other was closed, apparently he couldn't see them because of something, while there was a perky smile on his face, from the realization that he could still surprise or help someone, and just from having someone to chat with.
Hi Gerson. I'm sorry if I interrupted your break - said the skeleton
Ohohoho, my young skele friend, I've had so many of these breaks lately that I'm already thinking about applying for some kind of job so as not to get bored like this, sitting on a chair - he said, getting up from his chair and leaning his hands on the table on which he was sleeping, he looked at the skeleton with a smile on his face - So, did you want something? - he asked, because he probably didn't just come to him, although he could just like that. And he was right.
Yes, uncle Gerson, tell me, do you know what this is? - the boy asked, taking out of his pocket this cross that he found on the road. After which, he showed it to him, holding out his hand to him.
Gerson looked questioningly and thoughtfully at the cross first, after which he said.
Let me see my friend - he said and took it to examine it better. Taking the cross in his hands, he began to turn it around and examine it, using his magnifying glass to increase visibility - Ho, kid, you've found an interesting find - Gerson said cheerfully
So what is it, uncle Gerson? - the skeleton asked questioningly
This is my dear prayer cross - Gerson said, handing him over to the skeleton
The skeleton carefully took the cross and began to look at it questioningly, examining it in his hands.
A prayer cross? - the skeleton asked, not knowing what it meant, or at least not knowing what it was used for and how
Yeah, a prayer cross. People use such crosses to pray to god, or at least it is a symbol of god. Before, when we were all THERE, people went to the so-called church to pray to their god. Well, not to say that only they, some of us also went to church - Gerson said and scratched his head with a stupid expression on his face, as if he had done something wrong. Although this is understandable - For people, these crosses were considered a symbol of their god and were used as something holy. Also, they used these crosses, so to speak, and not only crosses in order to "cleanse" or "illuminate" something, someone from "evil" or something bad, well, or so to speak to protect. Well, honestly, I can't imagine if it helped at least once or not - already at the end he grinned, because it could be said to be something like nonsense, well, or don't understand what - By the way, the words are engraved in very small print on the back of it - Gerson said and reached out with his hand, turning the cross in the hands of the skeleton, pointed with one of his long claws at the engraving in the form of words that were imperceptibly displayed there, unless you use something to enlarge the image
The skeleton looked at it with interest, and then looked at Gerson, who removed his hand from the cross
So, what should I do about it? Use it to make a light BONE or to BONEminate something? Or should I make a cleansing BONE? Although I can also BONErify myself? - the skeleton said his BONELY jokes
From this pressure of funny BONES, Gerson laughed at the top of his voice
Hahaha, my bony visitor, as always, you are simply incomparable - Gerson was grinning, trying to hold back his burst of laughter. Laughing, Gerson wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the skeleton with a smile on his face - I don't know my young friend, but I know one thing, you can do whatever you want with him, you can pray to God for the protection of those you worry about, talk about the most secret things or ask for what you want so much, you don't want to talk to others - Gerson said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away a la "I don't know what's going to happen next"
The skeleton looked at him, and then grinned and told him
Thank you uncle Gerson for telling me. Now I know what I'm going to do next with him - the skeleton said, smiling and put the cross in his pocket
Gerson smiled at this and said
That's good. Well, I'll be waiting for you later if you find anything else BONEteresting - Gerson humored, winking at him with his closed eye(believe me, I do not know how)
Grinning, the skeleton said that he hoped they would still talk between the BONES and turned around, walked away with quick steps, waving goodbye to Gerson. Starting to run slowly, the skeleton put his right hand in his pocket and pulled out a cross, looked at it furtively, especially at how it shimmered with a red glow in the light, among all these flowers that echoed from his running. The skeleton ran quite a lot, going to the very end point of the Waterfall, passing into this fiery abyss, which could add a tan even to a black guy. Running further, looking at this laboratory, which is spread out in the center, using heat as energy for houses and for all residents. Having thus run all the way to the city, passing the streets, turning here and there, and entering the far alleys, he entered the old house that was home to him. After entering and closing the door behind him, he walked inside, then lay down on the old cloth that was used as a bed. Plopping down on the fabric, you could hear someone's bones creaking. Exhaling heavily, he stared at the ceiling, then closed his eyes. He didn't look like someone who wanted to sleep, but more like he was remembering something.
"I'm sorry, Papy, I officially declare, from tomorrow only the lying and sitting mode" - the skeleton of his thought grinned
He put his right hand in his pocket and took the cross, took it out, raised it above his head, but I accidentally dropped it on his face(clumsy). Swearing in his head and taking it again, he began to look at it, trying to figure out what he could do, or to figure out if it was possible to make money on it. He lay there until the door opened with a sharp sound, and the one who opened it loudly entered the house.
Brother! - a child's voice exclaimed joyfully
The skeleton that was lying sat down, but immediately lay back down when his brother attacked him, forcing him to lie down again. The one who joyfully attacked him started hugging him, giggling at the same time. The second, returning back to the state of "I'm fine, I'm fine", looked at him and smiled and began stroking his head, hugging him with his other hand.
Hi Paps, how's school? - the skeleton asked, wondering how he was doing
Paps broke away from his brother and sat on the side, like his brother himself, who sat looking at his brother with a smile on his face, putting his hand on his shoulder, hugging him from behind
It was fun!! Our teacher told us about the history of our magic and it was so much fun! - the skeleton Paps, who looked even smaller than himself, said happily
Heh, I'm glad you had a lot of fun. How are your friends? - he asked, because he was also interested in how he was dealing with other children
His brother began to tell him what, and how he was there, what they told him, who he met, played with, etc. And when he turned his head a little, he noticed that there was something on their couch that he had not seen. He was surprised by this and reached for it, took it, asking his brother.
Brother, what is it? - the little one asked him
Oh, that? Oh, bro, it's just that someone dropped their holy BONE - he said a pun on his brother's question
3...2...1...hell time
Sssssssaaaaannnnnssss! - the little one shouted loudly while Sans was grinning at his reaction - This is a terrible joke! - Paps shouted, looking menacingly at Sans
Oh, come on bro, it's just for the entertainment of BONES, besides, there's not a single other BONE here to hear my BONELY jokes - he continued his bone jokes
Aaarrgh - he screamed in horror at these jokes and puns that were just terrible for his hearing - Sssssaaannssss! It's terrible! Stop it! - he was yelling, trying to give his brother a good beating, which did not work
Okay, okay, I'll stop my talkative BONE from making such BONE-shaking jokes - he had already finished him off
This finally finished him off to the very ears, which he did not have. He lay down completely on his back and threw a scarf over it, just completely wrapped it up, not wanting to listen to this horror anymore. Sans laughed at that and took the cross with his right hand and said
I found it in Snowdin. Gerson said it was a prayer cross - said Sans
What, what? - Paps asked happily, sitting down and looking at his brother with interest through the scarf that blocked his view
Sans laughed at this and put the cross on his side, took off his scarf and put it on his side
A prayer cross, Gerson said, that people use such for prayers to their "creator", whom they call God - Sanz said, supplementing the information about this cross, having previously taken it and shown it from all sides to his brother, that he looked at this cross with surprise and interest
Wow, cool, doesn't that mean that if God created people, then he created us? - Paps asked him
Sans just shrugged his shoulders at this and made a joke
I don't know, but if so, he probably had a lot of BONE powder at home - again, Sans did not calm down from his jokes
Saaaaannsss, noooo! - he was yelling, trying to stop listening to all this horror
Well, Gerson said that people usually used him to pray for some kind of miracle to him and this miracle had to be embodied, or rather he said that they believed that it was being embodied - Sans said and took an uncertain look away, massaging the back of his head, because he wasn't sure if it was even a little bit, but it was true
So if we pray to him, he will do a miracle for us too, right? - Paps asked happily.
Sans, hearing this, looked at him in surprise and nervously, looking into that face sparkling with childish joy, not knowing how to say it better, although something could be thought of while perspiration was coming down from his face.
Y-yes, probably, if we pray to him sometimes, then he will do something - Sans said uncertainly(and what if at least once, apart from any fanatics, there was confidence that this god would do something?)
Then we should pray to him, right? - Paps asked happily
Y-yes, it's certainly not a bad idea, but I do not know how to pray to him - Sans said uncertainly, because he really didn't know (he found an excuse not to do it (pride +1))
I know how! - Paps said
These words reached his skull like the sound of a hammer on an anvil. He opened his eyes abruptly, trying to figure out if he had misheard or not. Blinking, trying to figure it out, he turned his head to his brother and said.
Excuse me what? - he asked, not believing his words
I know how to pray - Paps said cheerfully
From where? - Sans asked, wondering where he could have gotten such information
A week ago, when we were studying myths from people. Then I also learned that they hold their hands together and speak silently while sitting on their knees or standing. That's what they told me about how they tell someone or something otherworldly to either help or go away. But one of our students asked about why we couldn't see it, and the lesson ended without fully telling us about it and we began to study something else - Paps said with ease
O-okay - Sans said uncertainly to his explanation
So, Sans, let's pray - Paps said cheerfully
After that, he took the cross and stood up, began to look for a good place, and Sans grinned and stood up, walked over to his brother. Paps, having found a good place, put a cross there, and he stood next to it, as did Sans. Paps showed him how to do it, and they stood next to each other, crossed their arms, lowered their heads and closed their eyes, and began to pray.
After finishing his prayers, Sans began to pun again, and Paps tried not to hear it, running out into the street while Sans ran after him and also joked, not noticing how someone's red eye was looking at them from the dark crack that remained from the open door.
Chapter 2: Welcome to the game of wishes and rules[]
A story that is as old as the world that we create. She may be ten years old, or a hundred, or a thousand, depending on how much time has passed in our story from certain events. To say that it was recently or a long time ago, is to say only that the past of this world is quite long, winding, thorny, full of happiness, grief, creating new life and giving old death, while time passed, that like rivers of water, blood or tears that rubbed both on earth and on thousands of faces or from thousands lying on the cold, and the cold corpses themselves. While some were born and their lives passed carelessly in happiness, warmth, satiety and money, others had to grow up early, look at the world from the height of adults who saw not only the rainbow, but also the darkness that surrounded all those hundreds of hearts walking in the vastness of the world that were callous from someone else's hatred, envy, stinginess and lies, living your miserable life on the streets or in doorways, making ends meet on other people's handouts, just to numb the pain, both mental and physical, though a little, but somehow, doing it over and over again. Consider yourself a god when you were born into a rich family? It just shows that you were born with a golden spoon in your mouth. To think that you are God while you are walking somewhere on a dark street? Then you just want to consider yourself someone you are not, to think that you are above everyone and everything, to do what others do not allow you, although in fact, you are just a helpless idiot who cannot understand that the world does not revolve around you and you just need to move forward, not looking back, do not look at how others have become successful and quietly envy them, without even realizing that you do not need to be jealous, and do not fall for other people's mistakes and find your happiness, your vocation and do not look in their direction, because then you can find what they do not need, but You will need it.
Love is a kind of salvation for those who have lost their meaning or purpose in order to do something further. But love can also be called a curse for those who neglect it or for those who misunderstand what love is. But what is love really? There is no real, correct concept of what love is. For some, it is pain, for others mutual understanding, for others love is shown as the road to a new life, something that can fill the void in their mental and physical world. We can't judge people for not being able to correctly understand the meaning of abstract things, because that's why they are abstract, that they are not something ordinary, something that is so easy to explain, because who said that love is simple? There is nothing simple, just like there is nothing free. Everything is complicated in itself, but it is also simple, you just need to look at it from a certain angle. Whether you understand something or not, some part, or all, maybe even nothing, or an epiphany will come to you a little later. We are unique in ourselves, each of us differs in tastes, love of music or preference for something, because as one Russian proverb says: "There is no comrade for taste and color". But love, like hate, are opposite, but also the same in themselves, because you can love to hate or hate to love someone. Love can become something that will burden you or force you to do something that you would not want to do, it depends on what or to whom it is directed and for what purpose, to protect or harm, from whom or for what. If love is aimed at protecting someone, then the question is what it might look like, to be ready to come to the rescue, to give advice, to help physically or mentally, or to protect from everything in the world, from people or communication with them, then protection is a gesture of pain, not love.
So what did he choose? The path of love, in which he will force him to fence him off from the world, not allowing him to take even a step aside, forcing him not to want to see everything with his own eyes, but with his brother's eyes? Or he will love him, helping him with all her might, giving him the feelings that he deserves, helping him to rise in those cases when he fell and giving him help, although not the kind that he would like, but still. Heh, so that's what it's like, brotherly love, to give a younger brother what he didn't get at his age. Heh, so that's what it is, brotherly love, to give your younger brother what he didn't get at his age, to be ready to support him, to become a wall, to those who always do everything to make his brother smile, be happy, well-fed, always in good clothes and always return to where he is We are always glad, because he is his family, the only family that he has left. Having found a job, recognition, and a vocation, as an assistant to the royal scientist, and then as himself, having lost his second family, which now no one will remember except him, that he is now suffering from these nightmares, trying to ease the pain of what he did and more than once. Perhaps it may be immoral, terrible and inhumane, but despair, madness and dozens or even hundreds of ways to escape from the cage, to make sure that the bloody history of the past did not repeat itself with regular rivers of blood did their job. But life went on and was able to somehow patch up the wounds of the soul, albeit a little, leaving behind something that cannot be removed with any medicine or something else. But fate... heh...fate hates boredom, she needs actions, emotions, passion, love, hate, rage, envy, blood and tears, dust and screams that should fly with the wind, which is saturated with such a strong smell of burning and despair, while she looks at it and shows her thoughts, not caring about anything or about someone, just about yourself and your own desires.
Child...the last of the seven that fell into this damn mountain, which is like a sinkhole, only on the contrary, as if the whole hollow was turned over and grass was planted there at the top, while yellow flowers are planted like a carpet at the bottom of this cave. Having fallen into this strange hole, which was dark as night above, but now, having fallen, it was clear below that everything was bright as day, although it was a cave. Getting up and rubbing his forehead from a strong blow, the child looked around, noticing the columns that were placed around, while the plants that were a bunch of vines and all sorts of weeds were hung on them, like hanging long hair. Rising from these flowers, crushed by the weight of the child, the child walked a little forward, coming to the end of a circle of flowers that was created here, albeit in its own way, but not in a natural way. When the child reached the end of the circle, he stopped, because looking at his feet, he saw how a small hill began to protrude from the ground, destroying the layer of earth. A sprout appeared from this hole, which shot up, after which it turned into a beautiful yellow flower. The child was extremely surprised by this, because it's not every time you see a flower appear out of the ground in a second, and besides...with a face. The child didn't understand what in the name of everything holy is that, before the flower began to speak.
Hello - started to say this is a miracle plant - It's not often that you see someone fall from above here - he spoke calmly and amiably with a small smile on his face, trying to reassure the child that he had fallen from such a height and had not crashed - From the look on your face, you're probably surprised and wondering where you are, right? - the flower asked solicitously
[You answered the flower in the affirmative]
Well, let's get to know each other first. My name is Flowey, Flowey the flower, and what's your name? - the flower asked
[You reply that your name is Frisk]
Well, I'm glad to meet you Frisk - the flower said with a kind smile. The child smiled a little and nodded affirmatively - Then let's continue our conversation, because greetings don't get you far, especially in a place you don't know. First of all, let me tell you a little bit about how and what works here - he said, and then a red heart appeared in front of the child. The man was surprised and a little startled by this - Oops, I'm sorry, it's hard to forgive someone who doesn't know some of the subtleties of not worrying. Don't worry, I just summoned your "SOUL" - the flower calmed the child, which helped, but a little uncertainty in the child's face was visible - So, let's continue the lesson. It's your soul, and how should I tell you, it's pretty weak - the flower said its verdict, upsetting the child - But as I said, I will help you at the beginning of your journey. In order for your soul, well, and you to become stronger, you need to raise your LV - the flower said something that the human didn't understand
[You're looking at Flowey blankly]
Heh, what is a "LV", you ask? - the flower asked the child
[You nodded in the affirmative]
Well, "LV" is "LOVE" of course and I have a little bit of that same "LOVE". Don't worry, let's just say it's a little gift from your FLOWER friend - he said amiably, with a pleasant smile on his face. After these words, strange oval-shaped particles appeared around him, which could spin and levitate away from him - Please, my dear friend, this will help you in your further journey - the flower said, looking with a smile at the child who was looking at it, but smiled and stretched out his hand to them, which flew towards him, until at one point, the smile of this flower changed from friendly to...terrifying. At one point, these very granules, or whatever the hell it could be, they rushed headlong into the child's body, shackling him, thereby causing his health to falter. From the unexpected turn of events and the inability to react in time, the child felt pain and the smile on his face changed to fear and surprise, after which the child staggered back, but could not resist and fell, looking with fear in his face at Flowey, who was looking at him with such a terrifying grin - Ɏꝋᵾ'ɍē ⱥꞥ īđīꝋⱦ - he said with that disgusting-looking smile that spread across his flowery face. His voice was devilishly distorted beyond recognition, his calm and friendly voice was replaced by a rude one, distorted with each letter and such a high-pitched voice that it came out of his mouth, making the child tremble with fear - Īꞥ ⱦħīꞩ ⱳꝋɍłđ, ҟīłł ꝋɍ ƀē ҟīłłēđ - another phrase that was as twisted as crumpled paper came out of his mouth - Ⱥꞥđ ⱳħꝋ ⱳꝋᵾłđ ᵯīꞩꞩ ⱥꞥ ꝋꝑꝑꝋɍⱦᵾꞥīⱦɏ łīҟē ⱦħīꞩ? - More words, like a psychopath's, that he's vain, as if he can do anything and everything is allowed to him, like the Lord god of murder himself - Ɉᵾꞩⱦ ĐĪɆ - he said these words, after which dozens of particles appeared around the child, well, or petals, just right in shape and appearance.
They began to slowly approach the child's soul, while this flower just laughed, looking at the child who looked at them with horror, curling into a ball, until at one moment all these petals disappeared, and the child's health somehow inexplicably recovered, removing the pain. From this surprise, the flower's face changed to its usual and surprised one, not understanding what the fuck was going on here? But it was within a couple of seconds before this weed with schizophrenia syndrome set off to conquer the airspace, like spores that fly through the air from a blow from a spherical piece of flame that suddenly appeared, illuminating the place and hitting right into his self-confident face, which was about 5-7 seconds ago, and now his face in a complete frenzy, he flies somewhere to the side and no one knows how far away. The child looked in surprise in the direction where this overgrown weed flew away, forgetting all its lower parts (roots) somewhere lower than your feet that step on the ground. But then the child heard footsteps hurrying towards him. The child turned his head, noticing that she had come up to him, who was sitting and scared out of shock, which the child had never experienced before.
History likes to repeat itself as many times as the world needs in order not to be bored by the fact that there is no action on the part of those THEY look at like a damn puppet show, until they once again end everything on some kind of note, good for someone certain, but not for everyone. And going through the paths of various desires, fears, thoughts that flew inside like butterflies in a meadow while we try to catch them with a net, finally catching one and going further and further forward, feeling a variety of emotions from the most different, funny, stupid or scary, well, how much can they be when choosing the child's path of the path. Having followed this path that was chosen, having made friends with all of them, having experienced such happy moments in which the child played an important role, eventually reaching the very edges, the child saw her, the button that came out with the accidental use of powers. 
Chapter 3: From black hell to red heaven[]
What is the difference between "Being afraid of happiness" and "Being afraid of being happy"? No matter who I asked, they would say that it's the same and there's absolutely no difference. But the point is that these are completely different concepts, although at first glance they seem to be talking about the same thing, which is confusing. "Being afraid of happiness", what does it really mean? Does this mean that a person is afraid of happiness and avoids it in every possible way, becoming unhappy, sullen, angry, or something like that? Does this mean that a person who is afraid of happiness will be forever lonely, conflicted and unhappy? That's not the point. "To be afraid of happiness" means to be afraid that it will not last long and because of this, a person becomes sad, lonely, dreary, from the realization that he will not be able to feel "happiness" again. And "Being afraid to be happy" only means that a person is afraid of the realization that happiness will only be some kind of narcotic that will wear off as soon as he switches to something else. "Being afraid to be happy" makes a person withdraw into himself, doubt his choices, his desire for one goal or another, to which he has been painstakingly striving for so long, stepping over all the obstacles in life that hindered his choice and goals, prevented him from being happy, making him "afraid to be happy." To realize that he is not destined to "be happy", realizing that pain, fear and more are part of life, not being able to realize that nothing can be done about it, people who cannot understand this truth are simply "afraid to be happy", because happiness is achieved only through PAIN. After all, PAIN, JOY, HATRED, KINDNESS, FEAR, all this...just pieces of you, pieces of what you're going through, because that's L̴̹̲̱͕̥̲̪̥̗͈̹̜͔͕͎̰͚̻̼͚̗̯͍̙͈͉̤͕̓͌̊́͋͒̒̊̿̀̐͑͒̋͆͐̊̈́̆̓͊̒͐́͐̓́͌͂͌̂̐́̽̐̓͆̇̈́̈́̓̐̍̓̒̑͑̂̓̈͆̆̀͒̉̈́̎͌̇͘͘̕̚̕̚͘͘͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͠İ̷̛̭̜̙̫̺̠͚̠͆̈́͒̀̆̎̈́͂̃̓͒̽̄̏̍͂͐̃̐̒̀̈̅̎͐̊̇̀̃́̊͛̊̈́̽̌̍̊̀́̐̀̀̐̃̔̽̎͋̋̍̓̏̏͗̐̓̒̈́̇͊́̽̾̄̎͂̾̀͋͋͒̇͆̂̓̍͐͗̊̃̕͘̚̚̕̕̕͠͝͝F̶̢̧̢̢̡̨̨̧̢̨̧̢̡̡̡̨̢̡̡̡̡̧̢̨̨̢̢̛̛̛̮̲͖̺̤͇͎̺̹̯̱̱̫̥̣̤̥̱̭̲͇͓̼̣̖̖͚͎͖̝͕̪̙͎̤̦͙̰̗͙̩͈̖̮̮̺̤̬͇͚̱̺̰̜̮̰̖̻̣͖̮̣͉̠̱̲̼̹̮̳̩͍̜͖̗̼̺̝͚͉̞̟̼̩͈̘̫̲̠̣̩̟̯̜̞͖͔̖̬̱̻̩̼͉̼̫̖̙̘̙̟̰̳͇̙͕̯̖̪̪̜͉̠̖̟͕̤̦̰̘͎͎̻̝͙̲͈̣̲̜̥͇̮̫̘̹̠̪͉̞͓̭͈̰͎̙͍̣̥̣͖͖̪̤͚̯̘̳͎̤̬͍̮̳̩͈̳͍̯̺̺͎̥͖͍̪͕͖̜̞͓̯̩̼͚̱͖̠͓̫̯̤̠̹̪̰̠̟̫̯͎̥̫̝̰̝̟̦̫͖̯̤̖̺̤̰̠̝̮̖̺̳̺̼̪̟̣́̐̋̌͛̎̉̈́͋̀̔́̈͊̅̂͑̾̉̾̌͊̒̉͋̐̓̅͆͗̌̅̓̆̈́̂͂̌̀͑͒̈́̅́́̌͋͗͌̈́̈́̎̈́́̈́̍̋̅̃̈́͌̌͆̿͂͆̃̃̇̂̄̈́̈́̔̈́͑̉͋͂́͛̀̑̂̀̎̆̑̊̃̀͆̍̂̓̅͒̐̿̏̂̎̆̎͐͗̾̄̇́͑̍̅̉̏̉͋̀̓͊̿̅̀̏̽̏͒̊̀̈́́̅̾́̿̔̾̾̆̎͒͒̑͒̿́̃̂̀͊̇̆̀̅͛̌̍̈́̇̎͆̆̏͊̿̾͂̊̀̅̿̌͛͑͂͋͒̉̓̈̎͑̐̐̑̎̔̀̈́͑̋̓̋̒̈́͆͌̿͘͘͘̚̚͘̚̚͘͘̚̕̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅȨ̷̡̡̢̧̢̨̧̢̡̡̢̢̢̡̨̡̢̢̧̢̢̡̛̛̛̛̲̪͖̬̝̣̥͈̺͇͚͇͚͇̦͓͓̖̦͖̺̣̞̯̹͙̟̟͎̼̣̝̗̖͍̝͔̱̘̘̬͕̜̥̬̥̗̪̩͙̫̘̲̗̯͎̯̰͚̮̪̭͎̝̭̝̱̺̰̞̳̜̟̟̜͓̞̲͓̰̦̼͕͖͖͔͍̤̲̻̜̼̰͔̬̺̩̦͎͉͔̼̱̲̜͔̞̪͚͎̹̟͓̠̼̥͚͎̠͔͇̮̘̞͔̜͕̞̣̞̣̞̫̙̟͔̜̯̗̩͎̹̻̩̲̩̫̭̲̮̘̻̬̼̮̪̮͕̠̠̱̺͓̮̱̞̩͚̞̻̱̗̣̣͚̯͙͉̞̰̪̖̼̬̞̝̱̯̗̣͙̭̫͖̗̣̖̼̺͓͖̯̼̳̖̳͈̦͚̳̻̼͍̱͎͚̺̤̘͙̺͇̙̗̝̬̥̙̣͕̖͓̭͉̳͔̩̩͎̿̓̑̋̈́̇̈́̿̈́̾̓̾̋͌̅̿̆̉͛̑̈́̈̀̇͊̿̈́̎̿͑̽͂̔́̃̀͐̄̑̂̋͗̽̆̎͒̀̇͑̄̇̋͒̋͋̋̃͑̀̑̂̒̒͂̊̽̊̈́̉͂͐́͋̿̈́́́̅̍̊̐̀͊̃̔͑̒̓̋̃̎̇̅̉̒͒́̓̋̀̾̊̌͗͆͑̄̿͂͊̀̇̅͒̌̍̈́͛̽̈́̔̍̈́̈̒̒̒̊̔͑̿͂̿̊̊̇͛̒̐̾͌̀̽̋̽͘͘͘͘̕̕̚̕̕̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ.