𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌; 𝖺 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖫𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒, 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗇‘𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅.
𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𖦹𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ๋࣭ ⋆
: created by blood lake‘s swan ᱙ 🦢
𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𖦹𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ๋࣭ ⋆
" 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍.
𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗂 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 "