𝖠 𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗏𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗈. 𝖮 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈, *`𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺`*, 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖺. 𝖮 𝖾𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝖺́ 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺-𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺, 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗈. > 𝖤 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈, 𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺, *`𝗌𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖺`*, *`𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺`*. ֹ. 𐙚 ˚𝑪𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑦 ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ˚✮