|| ꧁෴ ਬੇ ꓓⳕⲁⲅⳕⲟ ⳏⲉⲅ⳽ⲟⲛⲁⳑ 𝖽ⲉ Ⲛⳕⲥⲟⳑⲁ́⳽ ⳨ⳑⲁⲙⲉⳑ: ਓ ෴꧂ ||
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❝ 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪́𝓼 𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓮.
𝓗𝓪 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲́𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓸; 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮, 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓶𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓾𝓭𝓪.
𝓜𝓲 𝓹𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝔂 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪́𝓼. 𝓐 𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓼 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸́ 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓶𝓲́ 𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓸 𝔂 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓸́ 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲́𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓻 𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷̃𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸, 𝓮𝓷 𝓷𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓮.
𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓸́𝓶𝓸 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓪 𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓼, 𝔂 𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓫𝓪 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓮, 𝓵𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼,. 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓻 𝓪 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓸́ 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷. 𝓨 𝓬𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓐𝓸𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓝𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷, 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓸́ 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝔂 𝓼𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷̃𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓝𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲 𝓵𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝔃𝓸 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮.
𝓜𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸́𝓶𝓸 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱, 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪, 𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓞𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓘𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓫𝓪 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓸 𝔂, 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓸́ 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮. 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓿𝓲́𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓪 𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓳𝓸𝓼 𝔂 𝔂𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝔃𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓮. 𝓔𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸.
𝓤𝓷𝓸 𝓪 𝓾𝓷𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓲́𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼. 𝓐𝓸𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓱𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓜𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓮. 𝓢𝓬𝓪́𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝔂 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́𝓷 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝔂, 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓸; 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓪 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝔂, 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓵𝓪́𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪, 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮́𝓫𝓲𝓵 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓪𝔃 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓲𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓾 𝓜𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓮𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓻.
𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪 𝓢𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝔂 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓾 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸. 𝓢𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓲́𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮́ 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓸́𝓷𝓭𝓮, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓝𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪. 𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓪; 𝓱𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻.
𝓗𝓪 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓭, 𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓲́𝓪. 𝓒𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓷̃𝓪, 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓷̃𝓸𝓼, 𝓶𝓲 𝓪𝓫𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸́ 𝓪 𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓲𝔃𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 , 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸́ 𝓶𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸, 𝔂 𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓸. 𝓛𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓲́𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓶𝓲 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪.
𝓐𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪, 𝓼𝓮́ 𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓻. ❞
『 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊́𝚜 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕, 𝙰𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊.
𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚎́𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕, 𝙷𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘 𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊. 』
|| ⊱ 𝚖𝚒𝚎́𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘. ⊰ ||
❝ 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪́𝓼 𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓮.
𝓗𝓪 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲́𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓸; 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮, 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓶𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓾𝓭𝓪.
𝓜𝓲 𝓹𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝔂 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪́𝓼. 𝓐 𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓼 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸́ 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓶𝓲́ 𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓸 𝔂 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓸́ 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲́𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓻 𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷̃𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸, 𝓮𝓷 𝓷𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓮.
𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓸́𝓶𝓸 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓪 𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓼, 𝔂 𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓫𝓪 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓮, 𝓵𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼,. 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓻 𝓪 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓸́ 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷. 𝓨 𝓬𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓐𝓸𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓝𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷, 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓸́ 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝔂 𝓼𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷̃𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓝𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲 𝓵𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝔃𝓸 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮.
𝓜𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸́𝓶𝓸 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱, 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪, 𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓞𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓘𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓫𝓪 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓸 𝔂, 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓸́ 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮. 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓿𝓲́𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓪 𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓳𝓸𝓼 𝔂 𝔂𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝔃𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓮. 𝓔𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸.
𝓤𝓷𝓸 𝓪 𝓾𝓷𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓲́𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼. 𝓐𝓸𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓱𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓜𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓮. 𝓢𝓬𝓪́𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝔂 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́𝓷 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝔂, 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓸; 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓪 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝔂, 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓵𝓪́𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪, 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮́𝓫𝓲𝓵 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓪𝔃 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓲𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓾 𝓜𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓮𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓻.
𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪 𝓢𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝔂 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓾 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸. 𝓢𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓲́𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮́ 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓸́𝓷𝓭𝓮, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓝𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪. 𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓪; 𝓱𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻.
𝓗𝓪 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓭, 𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓲́𝓪. 𝓒𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓷̃𝓪, 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓷̃𝓸𝓼, 𝓶𝓲 𝓪𝓫𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸́ 𝓪 𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓲𝔃𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 , 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸́ 𝓶𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸, 𝔂 𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓸. 𝓛𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓲́𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓶𝓲 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪.
𝓐𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪, 𝓼𝓮́ 𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓻. ❞
『 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊́𝚜 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕, 𝙰𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊.
𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚎́𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕, 𝙷𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘 𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊. 』
|| ꧁෴ ਬੇ ꓓⳕⲁⲅⳕⲟ ⳏⲉⲅ⳽ⲟⲛⲁⳑ 𝖽ⲉ Ⲛⳕⲥⲟⳑⲁ́⳽ ⳨ⳑⲁⲙⲉⳑ: ਓ ෴꧂ ||
|| ⊱ 𝚖𝚒𝚎́𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘. ⊰ ||
❝ 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪́𝓼 𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓮.
𝓗𝓪 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲́𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓸; 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮, 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓶𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓾𝓭𝓪.
𝓜𝓲 𝓹𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝔂 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪́𝓼. 𝓐 𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓼 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸́ 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓶𝓲́ 𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓸 𝔂 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓸́ 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲́𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓻 𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷̃𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸, 𝓮𝓷 𝓷𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓮.
𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓸́𝓶𝓸 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓪 𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓼, 𝔂 𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓫𝓪 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓮, 𝓵𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼,. 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓻 𝓪 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓸́ 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷. 𝓨 𝓬𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓐𝓸𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓝𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷, 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓸́ 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝔂 𝓼𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷̃𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓝𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲 𝓵𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝔃𝓸 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮.
𝓜𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸́𝓶𝓸 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱, 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪, 𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓾́𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓞𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓘𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓫𝓪 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓸 𝔂, 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓸́ 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮. 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓿𝓲́𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓪 𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓳𝓸𝓼 𝔂 𝔂𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝔃𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓮. 𝓔𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸.
𝓤𝓷𝓸 𝓪 𝓾𝓷𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓲́𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼. 𝓐𝓸𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓱𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓜𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓮. 𝓢𝓬𝓪́𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝔂 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́𝓷 𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝔂, 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓸; 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓪 𝓹𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝔂, 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓵𝓪́𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪, 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮́𝓫𝓲𝓵 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓪𝔃 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓲𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓾 𝓜𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓮𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓻.
𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓭𝓪 𝓢𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝔂 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓾 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸. 𝓢𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓲́𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮́ 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓸́𝓷𝓭𝓮, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓝𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪. 𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓪; 𝓱𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻.
𝓗𝓪 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓭, 𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓲́𝓪. 𝓒𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓷̃𝓪, 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓷̃𝓸𝓼, 𝓶𝓲 𝓪𝓫𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸́ 𝓪 𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓾𝓷 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓸 𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓲𝔃𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 , 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸́ 𝓶𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸, 𝔂 𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸, 𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪́𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓸. 𝓛𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓲́𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓶𝓲 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪.
𝓐𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪́ 𝓶𝓾𝔂 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪, 𝓼𝓮́ 𝓵𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓻. ❞
『 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊́𝚜 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕, 𝙰𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊.
𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚎́𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕, 𝙷𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘 𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊. 』
