This is a little snippet from my Circci Itty, who is currently employed as a trainee guard under house Wodenstaff. The context is essentially that he lost an inconsequential training duel - the rest you can figure out yourself.
The sound was just muffled enough not to be audible to any of the nobility that may have been roaming its bedecked halls, sipping their golden wine from their multicoloured crystal flutes and tinkling about on imperious black pianos. Even if one of the venerated and decorated aristocrats ventured down the stairs towards the dark and dreary chambers beneath, sliding open the door and gliding into the darkness beyond they would no doubt choose not to listen. They would instead choose to return to their paradise of gold and beautiful fluttering creatures, to bathe themselves in liquid sunlight and sculpt new golden arches and silver tableware to go with their new gold and silver palaces.
And thus, completely unseen, a beaten and hopeless Circci would pound the cold stone wall until his bloodied knuckles began to stain the bricks. His eyes were empty - seeming in the dim light as if someone had jammed burning pokers into his eyesockets and left them to sear his skull.
Thump.
No amount of thrashing and screaming would ever stop the burning; it would always be there.
Thump.
Though, of course, it would remain invisible to the others. It had to, for the good of --
Thump thump thump.
The Circci jerked back from the wall, breath rattling in his chest, almost falling to a heap on the ground. Grimacing, he took a moment to admire his grim handiwork. Soon, however, he turned his back to the patch of bloodied stone, and let his heavy feet take his hunched frame across the ground towards the bunks, where he had discarded his Ebhula. He dragged the weapon off the bed, letting it clatter to the floor. Surely - surely a Northener, the one that the Regalians look down upon, would not be able to best one of the Meriac in combat. Surely she must have cheated. He paused, slowing his breathing as he mulled over the possibility. Soon, he found himself slowly sitting down on the bunk. Yes, the northerner had probably cheated. Not that he could say anything about it, of course.
He let himself collapse back onto the bed, releasing a long huff of air. He was exhausted. He was always exhausted. He had forgotten long ago why he had chosen to leave Hadar in favour of Regalia, the city of the Humans. Where the golden-plated nobles and the silver-plated ailor all lay frozen in silent worshipper of their God, their Eternal Leader, their Master Above All. It seemed ridiculous to that bloodied Circci, as he lay with the full weight of the aristocracy bearing down upon him, that Humans should rule other Humans in such a way. That one figure had been glorified so heavily that he and his descendants were and would forever be called Gods among Men, and placed neatly at the top of the world without lifting a finger... It was all ridiculous.
No Human deserved the right to be a god.
Especially - especially not the nobility.
Not the nobility that roam the bedecked halls of their personal palaces, sipping their golden wine from their multicoloured crystal flutes. Not the nobility that tinkle about on imperious black pianos, hair cascading around them like a waterfall, eyes glittering like jewels, N̸̛̼̬̥͔̩̞̬͓̮̔̔̐͋͌́̒̊̕͝͝ͅO - no, they would only grovel in the dirt, calling themselves Noble but too AFRAID to take the RȨ̶̤̖̹͔̪̜͎̝͓̺̟͕̪̄̉̍̋͠͝AL P̷͓͈͌̔̄͋́͠OW̵̨̼̬͎̫̪̙̘̜̳̪̭̏́̑̈͒̿̈́̃̀̕͝͠ͅE̴̖̠̞̟̟̅̈̐̿͆̈́̈́̈̃̐͠͝R back from the IN S̴̪̼̍̆̌̀̋̌ͅ Ì̶̗̹̩͖̹̞͍̣̤̀̀̍͊̏̓͒Ḑ̵͙̬͍̘͙̟͖̟͖̩͇̜͎̠͒̃̆͆̑̉̕͠IOU̶̪̮̦͙̖̲͖̻̤̳̽̒S WRȨ̷͓̯̥̠̜̲̱̗̻̿̔̎̾̈͐̈́̚ ̵̯̣͉̞̫͇̣̐̂͜ͅŢ̵̭̘̝͕̪̖͓̬̋͊̀͊̓̅͐̀͝C̷̡̺͔̹̭̝̺̘̫̺̙̞̣̣̅H̷̻̳̾̋̈́́̄̅̊̈́͗͋̀̂͒͘͜͝ OF̴̛̝͋́̅́͗̀̈̍̒͋͝ ̷̢̛̼̅̾̈̐̋͗̓̈̍͛̏̀̈Ă̵̧̹͇̦͕̗̒̋̔̆̽̑͆̌̓̚̕͘ ̸̤̞͚̞̠̮̙̫̠̱̯͎͙͉́̔͑̓̾͛͑̀̍̉͗͠͝ͅC̵̛͈͈̥̬̹̝̬͔̩͔̹͗R̶̨͚̺͍̝̘̩͑E̶͔̥̮̪̞̓͜ATU̴̡̱̮̯͇̻̯͎̩̩͎͙̱͚͕͑͗͒́̐̾́R̷͉̥̫̔̈́͌̉̾͛̀̊Ḛ̸̢̡̥͎̲͍̗̓́͒̋͑͝͝ͅ that is the R̵̞̼͗͆͆̔͌͂̾͘͜Ẹ̵̛̝̫͖̹͎͔͊̌͊͋̅͋̊̑͛̇̍͘̚G̸̛̰̙͈͙̝̳̹̺̺̭̻̾̃͌͑͗͊͋̆̑̉̚͜͝ͅͅALIAN Ȩ̴̡̨̩̲͈̜̭̖̘͒͐̏͛̽̀̀͑͆̈́͝M̵̛̹̼͋͛̈́̏͊̕̚͠PER̴̮̙͕͎͔̫͓̿͠Ơ̴̱̺̻̺̗̲͉̺͙̝̖̳͖̪̋͋̈̋̀̈́͂̓̈́̽̆̍͘Ȓ̴̻̠̜̼̫͗̃̔̓̊͌̽̄̒̚͝ͅ. NO, ,̶̧̘̱͇̫̟̭͚͔̜̺͍͒͑̏̍̍̿͘ͅ ̷͈̭̓̿̓̀̅̐̚Ņ̵͈͉̤̮̼̯̙͎̳̌͂̏̎͛̎͐͂͜͜͝ͅǑ̷̧̡̡͕̭̖̜̟̬̣͈̪̺̾̓̍͜ - BEC̴̨͕̦͈̞̙̱̍ ̸̜͈̖͕̩̗̗̲͇̤̀̾̇̑͛ͅẮ̸͇̻̹͕̿̓͘Ù̸̡̪̹Ş̷̯̼̥̘͙͍͓͓̹̩͎̑̅͛͝Ë̴̬̟͚̥̹̙́̃̾̊̎̔̌̅͝ THE̷̗͈̲͇̿̉̒͆̈́̃́͂̒̀̌̀̍̃̕Y̴̢̢̩͙̤̦̯̟̺̲̔̔̉̂̄͘͠͠ ̴̛͈̪͙̓̑̏͛͆̿̈́̔͊̚͠Ẉ̵̝͍̉́̓̃̃͗͋͜Ǒ̶̡̧̙̰̪̱̫̦̩̹̺̺͇̗́̈̏͛͐̿̕͘͜͝U̵̖̟͖̩̦̍́LD BE SO BLIND THAT THEY C̷̯̈́̒̾̀̔̓̀́̈́̊̊̉͛͌̚A̶̧͚͓͋̌N̸̨̖͓̻̜̤͖̼͚̦̟̥͓͈̾ͅŃ̸̫̻̫͚̈̀̕Ŏ̷̡̱̪͎̯̲͙͈͊T̷̜̦̙̮̼̥̋̀͆̈̄̋̿͋̉͆͠͝ ̶̻̟̖̝̩̞͈̭̗̬͔̺̻̩̈́͊̉̈́̅̂͛̓̓͊̌͝͠S̸͖̠͈̱̍̌͆̊̈́͂̿͝͠ͅE̷̢̬̼͍͈̒͑̀͂̓͠E̶̡̝͚͉̼̬̰̳̻͈̿̅ ̴͍̪̆̏̈́̊́̓̕T̷̬͇̦̟̰͚͉̞̻͇̘͇̜̰̀͆͜H̶̨̖̤̰̝͇̖̹̭͇̝̩̝͓̠̉̀͂͂̕͘E̶̞͚̫͐̍̓̀̓͂̓̚͜Į̸̡͉͉̪̣̝̞͚̹̳̭̖̺̌̈́̄ͅR̷͉͉̦̮̲̙͖̞̫͛̾̉͛͂̃̿͘ͅ ̸͓̝̻͓̇̊O̷̦͆̕W̵̨̡̰̦̞̺̦̱̣̜̹͎̝͎̾̃͝N̵̼͕̺̾͋̂͆͗͌̿͂͒̉̏̅͝ ̷͎̱̩͋M̸̢̛̳͚̖̥̦̙̱̖̫̱͖̹͉̉͌Ḭ̶̢̢̧̪̹̣̩̼̣̻̜̥̰̓̈̓̈́̋̕͝Ş̸̜̥̤̪̯̭̪̟̫̎̈͊́̿̉́̕͜͠F̷̨̬̥͇̲͖̲̘͙̟̈́̍̓̉͂̈́̅̚͜͝͝Ǫ̶͕̣̤̝̺̥̟͚̓̆̽̆̉̀̇͆͋R̴̡̨̛̖̞͎͔͍̙̱̜̥̒̅͂̌͐́̃̐̒͛͋͑͋̉Ţ̴̨̛̩͙̱͍̟͕̹̹͍͑̉̀̊̈̍̎̇̇̌͜͠Ù̶̘́̇̆́̒Ṅ̷̥̻̗̯̻̹̩́͊̏̉͐̏̓E̵̡̝̙̞̝̯̰̯̘͈͈̙̺͈̽S̵̨̖̦͈͚̯͎͎̙̺̲̞͍̽̋͘,̴͘͜ͅ ̶̨̧̝͚̠̞̼͕͍̝͔̲̽̓̂͗̔́̓͐͌̃̓̄͜͠͝T̵̢͍͈̱͍͈̜̰͕̤̫̙̠̬͐́͌ͅH̵̡̘̩͈͕̥͕̰̤̆̃̌̈́̂̑̿̅͜E̶̛̟̖̞̞̺̞͌̈́̓̀̂̃͐̚͠͠I̸͓͋͛̃͐̑̇͐R̶͇̬̼̪͉̘̻͂̾̀͌ͅ ̵̙̖͍̗̘̬̝̓̏̂͋̅́͐̋͝O̵͕̼̱͇͖̙̤̜̤̝̩͖̒ͅ ̵̰̣͖̹̜͛̎́̂͛̂́̍͛W̵̩̩̞̠̄̐͊͐̒̿̕͘͠N̷̛̗̰̟̠̪̉̍̄̒̈́͠͝ ̵̜̞͋̓̋̎M̶̡̢̹͚͈̖͙̼̮̭̙̺̺̳͓̿͌̌̓̅̍́̿̀͝Ǐ̸̪͖̼͉̖́̔̊̒̄̔Ş̷͕͉͉̝͈̲̳̤͍͖̞̭̐ͅT̶̙̝̓̽̍̋͑̾̆̋͂̾̽̋͑̚A̷̢͙̰͓̺͈̍̓̀̇̇̽̈́̽͒̎̈̓͝͝͝K̴̹̣̽̌͐͌̌̕̕͝͠Ȅ̸͙̟̾̏͑͛̊̕S̶̡͍̝̥̺͈̟̳͔̤̟͓͂́͜͝ͅ,̵̢̻̘̭̪̼͇̜̗̖̾̒͗̔̾̅͛͌̿͒͂̑͘ ̶̢̘̘͖̻̲̗͓̤͚̺̤̍̈́T̷͉̭͚̟͔̯̅̌ͅH̵̨͉̘̹̲̱̹̻͊͆̈́̑͒̈́̄̎́͘͜͝ ̴̡͚̲̘͈̥̝̹̯̎͗̉͂͒̈́̏̂̆̎̀̕͝͠Ě̸̹̖̝̈́̉̐̽̒͗̇̉̍̾̒̽̀I̸͈̹̺̮̣̹̳̦̊͊̈́̈͛̍͊̐̒͑̚͘̕R̵̘̆̿͋̽̔̍̚ ̵͕̯͈̩͕͖̣̰͉̰̩̽̂͑͒̀̀͐̃̎̆̾̒̾̔F̵̛̥͓̓͐̍́̿̌͆̆͜͠ͅL̶̢̰͍̣̰͖͈̗̋͛͋̄͌͒̀͑̆͜ ̷̳͛̈́̑̒͊͊͌̔̈́͗͝A̵̙̋̿̆W̸͙͌̉̿͆͛́̋̆̓̌̈̓̚͝͝Ş̵̼͙͙̬̰̮̪̙̣̟̿̉͛͘̕͘ͅ,̴̢̯̩͚̯̟̞̩̰̤̲̃͌͆̾́̉̐̐̉̔͋͘ ̸̺̮̰̝̌̄̅́̿̉̈́͠ͅN̴̙̮̼͈͈̕ ̸̛̝̠͈̠̻͔̯̝͓̗̈̑͆́̽͐͐͗͆̿̒̄ͅỎ̴̪̯͍̰̤͗̃̔̑̀̿̐͐͗̈́̌̾̿͠.̷̡̛̮̝̭͛͐͒͒́͠ͅ ̴̧̹͉̩͖̙̪̞̺̙͎̜̣̤͆́̔̌̅̓̕̕̚Ṱ̴̓͊̑̓̈͂̏̏̔͂̈̚͝͝ ̸̧̞̱̭̞̩̩̱̤̯̖̑̅̎̄̿H̷̢͍̟̳̰̳̰͚̘̺̞̔Ę̵̦̣͖̣͍̻̰̹̜̰̩͙̲̏͜Y̸̡̡̛͎͕̙̰̟̪̞͕͔̺͈͔͇̏̄͋̉́̉̔̓̂̎̄͘͝ ̷͇̈́̔̒́Ć̷̪̌̅̔̈́͠A̶̢̮͔̪̯̠̬͇̫̱̗̗̒̈́ͅ ̴̢̧͕̰͉͖̲̮̮̠̯̪̄̆̍̋̐̄̃̾̇͑͝Ṅ̶̹̰̠͓̜͑͒̆̋͜N̵̺̘̔̎̓̊́͆͂ ̷̧̢̺͙̞̙̩͌̈́̈́́̎͂̿́͝͠͝ͅŎ̵̡͓̗̻̲̰͙͗̄T̸͎͂́̀̇̓͑̑̏̀̈̋͜͝ ̴̖͕̘͓̼͔̥̟̞͊͗S̵̡̡̡̧̗͈̠̖̼̳̠͙͘͠ ̴̟͎͓͎̦̹̙̮͋̐̌̾̚͜͝E̷̠͉̍̎̇̇͂̋͂͂̾̀̌Ę̵̤̼̝̦̰̤̠͇̃̉̀̑̊̉̐͒̚ ̸̨͕̟͇͖͛̽͑̍̍͐̾͝͝ THEIR R Į̵̧͓͔̱̻̟̇͂̀̀̎̒̈̓̚G̴̨̺͙̯͖̤̼̳̬̖̞̗̙͑̅̈́̐̀̃H̸̨̟͙̱̯̞̗̗̬͎̭͕̰̗͑̿̑̈́̅̿͆̈́̽ ̸̟̰̳͆̔́̇̆͌͌͠ͅ ̶̡̨̠̩̈́̊̓͌̂͛̀͘͝T̴̩͋̈́̍̾̾̌̑͌̇̕F̷̹̬̘̂̏͛̀̊̊̈͘U̴͂̂́̓̆̍̎̓̀ͅL̵̢̖͎̘̹͉͍̖̦͈̩̰̘̓̂ͅ ̶̢̧̣̲̖̝̼̹͙͓̬͙̰̀͜R̵̡̜̼̭̲̤̼͑̋̀̅͌̎͆̌̌̎̀̒̿͜͠Ù̸̡̨̖̹̫̥̣̻̦̃̑͜͜L̶̡̠͈̭̫̗̭̖͎̊͒̓͜È̵̤̺̫̙̗̖͆̓RS, THEY WHO W O ULD BḘ̴̢̡̡͖̠̞͈̳̺̦̝͂͐͂͛͂̇̽̀̄̓̑̊͊̕͝ ̵̢̨̢̨̲̣̺̖͉̖͖͆̋͒̄̈́͛̄͘̕ ̸̡̡̛͈̠̤̝̹̭̜͔̩͚̊̊̃͋̐̅́̏̎̓̉̕̚͝M̴̤̭̗̖̞͇̭̱̦̬̂͌̀̃̃̈́̐̄̚Ä̸̛̼̤̪̥̊́͐̈́́̅̏͋̕͝ ̶͚̘̳͖̍͂S̴̠̞͋̄͗̔͑͛̈́̎̀̕͝ͅŢ̵̢̭͍̻͕͍̫̗̾͑̽͑E̶̙̳͓̩̰͉̺̠͍̦̒̐͊͗͊̆̽ ̶̛̖̥̪͔͖̬̀̑̓͆̊̇͊̿͝͝R̷̲̟̙̦̯̒̈́̒̉̅͂̓͋͌̀́̕͘S̴̮̦̥̐̎ͅ ̶̟̃̃̾̂̕̚͝͠͠ͅĂ̶̭͇̻̞͉̗̒̃̀B̵̧̛̺̞̰̙̼̯̙̣̖͖̣̙̃̈͆̋͂͂̎͂̿͠͠ ̵̥͖̰̲̼͍͕̃͊͂͐̋̈́̿͊̈́̓̎̇͘͠Ǫ̵̱̜̆̓̿̈̒̌̈̋̃̆͜͜͝V̸̧̡̠̰̖̩̐̀ͅ ̵̻̌̅̔̅̆̎̈́́͒́̆̋͜͠Ę̵̬̖̜̓̈́̊̈́͘̕ ̶͈͚̣͓̼̺̀̏͊̒͆̚͝͝Á̶̢̩̝̱̺̎̈́͋̑̚̚̚L̵̨̖̳͓̱̺̜͍̝̞̬͖̈́̈́́̅̃͋͊̈́̈́̈́͝L̶̗̳͕̦͉͚͔͚̘̖͚͕̭̉,̴̢̢̼̝̓͆̽̌̏͗̏́͋͂̑̀ ̶̹̰̠̩̳͗̓̅͆͆͑̇̌͗G̴̬̈́̿̈́ͅͅO̷̰͉̳̠̍̈͂̈̅͐̌͆͌̓̿̒͛̏́ ̷̨̛̥̲̰̏̅͗̇̈́̀̿̈́́ ̴̺̻͈̭͚̣̰͙̘̽̀̈̉̉̉̐̈͂̚͜͠͝D̸̢̛̮̭̟̹͙̬̩̙̤̘̻̉̓̀S̷̢͉͓̺͕̣̹̮̩̺̿̆̂̐͒̊̈̓̈́̚ ̵̨̧̻͙̻̙̦͇͑̐͑̇ͅͅA̶̧̛̩̝̬̱̭̭̥̖ͅM̷̧̢̢̭̰̯̺̜̝͖̥̣̝͇̤̌O̸̢͈̮̭͎͈̲͕͍̳̔̌̈̽̐̓͗̋̈́̈́͝ ̶̨̛̲̭̺̺̘̦̦̉͂̈́͒̾̏̾̚͜͝N̷̤̞͈̖͙̜͔̈̈́̇͑̈̍͑̔̒̉̾̿̕̕͝ͅĜ̴̢̛͎̮͇̜̠̖̈́͆̄̆͛̇̉̍͑̅ ̵̥̱̼̮̖̗̞̞̳̰̙̼̭̌̔͜͝M̵̙͕̖̞̬̩͇̞͑͛͋́̃͗̎̃̿͜͠E̶̡̼͍̭͕̖͉̰̓̎̐͗̅ ̶̨̩̠̙̤̤̘̣̭̮̠͕̚͜ͅN̶̛̯͍͉͎̼̝͔͔͂̀̂͐̓̊̎̔̍͘͜,̴̼̞͚̃ ̵̡̨͇̰͓̎̈́̅͆̅̍͜T̶̲͍͇̪͎͈͕͆̾̋̋H̴̨̤͓̙̱̥̬͊̿͋̀̉́̆̓͑̍͌͛̇̚͜͝ ̷̤͊̿̂̽͂̌͑̆̽̓̀͘ ̶̹̝̩̩̟̈Ȩ̷͎̤̠̱̺̱̭̖͕̼̠̍̉̈́̌̽̍̓̈̇̚Ị̴̢̡̢̻͉̘̰̘͉͆̓͐̔̓́̈́̀̆͘̚ ̷̞̜̱̬̰̗̘̭̳̹̘͇̬͗̿͋̈́̒̕Ř̷̢̛̫͙͕̘̓́́̓̋̓͐͊̚͘͜͜͠͝ ̴̡̧̮̹͍̩̲̝̦̳̮̜̤̏͛̔̊͜Ţ̴̧̛̫͇͙͉͔̹̠̭̬̲̟̈̆̇̃̈́ͅͅR̶̢̢̥̞͕̮͔̙͔̭͕̫̪̞͌̎̀́̀́͋̏͌̕̚̕ ̶̡͍͓̰̹̠͚͇͕͊̈̍͊̿̚͝ͅU̸͚͈̲̹̖͊̾̀͜͜E̴̳͍͇͗̇͌͐͐̍͂̈́͐͛̏͒̍̚͝ ̴̢̡̖̩͉͇̮̺̝̟̹̳̟͋̔̈̑Ë̵̞͍́̈́͐̉͛̋̎̒̌͝ ̵̡̫͚͈̻͎̈͝T̶̢̟̣̣͍̻̼̯͚̭̟̥͙̒͆͐̏̈́̈̓͑̈́̇͌͝ͅE̴̛͍̝̖̦̱͐́͑̐͗̑͘ͅR̸͇̜͐̓ ̶̧̨̫̫̣̠͎̝̠͕̺̎͜ͅ ̷̧̼̭̣͎̫̗̥͙̼̻̭̀̀̓͆̕N̷̫͉̰̠͈̐A̶̧̢͈̬͉̘̱̲͓͊̈́̋̏̃̍̌̑̓̿̕͘͝L̷͍̮̪͓̲̾͝ ̸̪̥͔͋̉͛̔͗̔̏̀̈́̆͘L̶̛̞̀́͐̿̄͑͆̑E̴̛͖͐̋̾̊̑̒̏̎̍͌̌̅͝A̴̰̍̍͑̂͋̓͜Ḋ̶̡̢̘͇̣̭̬͉͚̻͊̃͗̅͌̀̄̎̕͘͝ ̶̛͚͔̤̹̟̣̦̞̒̓̈̒̋̊͑̒͌͂̐̋͝͝Ȩ̶̧͍̜͕̥́͋̾̎̀̂̏ͅR̶͈̳̈́̃Ş̶̨̢͍͕͓̞͈̞͉̅̓͗̇̐́̓̃͋̾͘͝ͅͅͅ,T̸͓̭͉͕͚̣̣͖͓̩̻̂̾̄̄̆̓̽͜͜͝͠H̶̡̢̛̫̲̪̟̮͚̆̿͌̈̎͒͂̎̅̈́͋͘̕È̷̹̰̜͊̃̉͜ ̵̢̟̙̟̖̳̖̯̺̭̓͛ͅǪ̵̢͉̫̟͓͎͚̲̯͔̱̍̅̑̈̐̐̈́N̴̢͓̼̟͖̞̻̊̏͛͗͛̂͆̄̊̔̒͑͊͠L̸̥͎̦̠̫̈́̂̅̚Y̶̫̲̰̼̬͉̥̹̹͇͉̍͒̌̽̒̿̃ ̸̖̣͎̗͖͒̅ͅŢ̸̛̮̪͖̺̼̗̼̟͇͊̓͋̀̀͝Ȑ̶̢̛̰̣͐̒̊̎́͑̍̄̑͘͘U̸̡̨̦̳̩̰̲̮̪̔̄̔̽̐͒E̸͍̠̍̉̄͐͋̓͗͂ ̸̧̢̧̪̦͈͎̳̭̠̘̝̉ͅG̶̤̜̩͕̟̹̟̞̱͕̱͌͑̌̏̉͌̏Ờ̷̴̵̶̴̸̸̷̸̶̵̵̸̴̵̶̶̧̢̡̢̨̨̧̧̧̧̢̢̧̡̢̢̢̧̨̛̛̥̮͓̺̮̯̙̯̮̱͍̩̥̮̼̲̥͕͎̱̩̼̫̼͚̬̳͕͕͔̳̞̯̼̻̥̝͖̤͔̰͍̙͚̹̦̗͓͇̠̪̗͙̠̣̟̣̪̝̞̙̱̻͇̲̰̝͚͇͓̬̻͈͖͔̳̼̮̩̭̮̱̘̱͉̗̘̤̦̳͈̝̯͎̘͕̞̪̬̳̞̟̞̳̼͎̘̹̹͎̹̯̥̮͕̠̞͙̰̠̥̪̺͓̗̃̀̊̈̈̇͊̉̎̅̈́̃̐̍͐̈́̓̈́͆̀̅̀̅̌͋̈̄̔́̒͊̆͂̂͐́̓̋́̋̒͂̿̔̾̏̿͑̊̾̃̈͐̊̎͌̋̐̆̎́̈̍̑͗̋̎̋̈́̏̔̌̈́̊̾̍̈́͒̌̒̋̔̓̄̆̈́͛̏͋̂̒̒́̿̂̌̓̔̔́̽̀͊̈̀̃̀̓́̕̚͘͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅD̵͈͎̭̝͉͂̋̀̊S̴̸̷̵̸̵̴̸̴̸̷̷̴̸̴̷̴̷̶̴̶̷̴̡̢̡̢̧̨̧̡̨̡̨̡̧̧̢̛̟̫̩͇̞͕͉̳̜̤͕͍̖̱͎̝͖͕͍̤͍͚̺̤͕̤̖̣͖͚̩̖̩͕͙͓̬̙̰͇̱͍̜͈͍̱̦̖̮̫̫̲̬̝̺̟͚̫͔̣͙͔̭̙̞̗̭̗̼̰͈̮̹̹͖͕̲̗̟̻̪̗̗̦̲̻̮̦͓̤͓̦͙̼̱̱̞͎͚̬̮̱̳̰̹͓̗̖̬̟̤͖̰̖͕̭͕̺͈̻̮̳̗̟͉̺̥̤̗̦̭̻̳̮̭̹̲̤̍̄̎̇̎̉̅̇͛̉͂́͋̊̃̈͂̔̒̉̀̊̾̓̊̓͆̆̓̅̽̋̃́̇͗͋̐̌̍͊͊̑̀̃̒̈̓̔͋̉́̿́̍̈́́̈́̌̑́͆̿̉̇̂́̿̂͗́̀͆͆̉̿́͛̂̂̒̋͗͒̓͛̈́̇̃̂̈́̓̃̅̅̾͊̈́͆̽̃͛̾͛̏͋̋̓̀̽̎̿̈́͋̎̓̽̈́̽̇̽͌͌́̔́̀̆̓̇̄͋͑͆̓̽͑͆͂͊̈͘̚̚͘̕̚̕̕̕̚̕͘͘̕̕͜͠͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅ
