Hidden (A Poetic and Puzzling Experience)

(if: $ending is true)[(text-style:"bold","double-underline","expand")[ #What Was Once ]](text-style:"bold","double-underline","expand")[[[ #Hidden->Begin]]](if: $ending is true)[(text-style:"bold","double-underline","expand")[ # Is Again Found. <img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/night%20sky.png?raw=true">]] (if:visits <= 1)[(set: $ending to false)] (set: $growing to false) (set: $myself to "") (set: $secondKeyAccessible to false) (set: $being to "") (set: $isenough to "finish the phrase") { (track: 'original', 'loop', true) (track: 'original', 'playwhenpossible') }

Is something truly lost if no one is missing it? (text-colour:#000)[When did you stop looking for that childhood toy?] Is something truly hiding if no one is searching? (text-colour:#000)[When did you stop searching for that childhood friend?] Are you looking? Are you searching? (text-colour:#000)[When did we stop being [[children->childhood]]?] (if:$myself is "myself")[You found the first key! That must have scared the s̵̡̢̧̧̧̯̺͕͕̩͉͉͕̲̱̬̞̩̣̞͈̰̫̘͖̦͓͐͐͋h̵̢̨̡̡̧̢̛̛̛̥͎̹͔̳̻̱̻͙͉̪͚̖̮̠̼͙̠͇͚͙̙̞͖̗̮̦̮͉̟͓͉̫͌̅́̓͆̇̈̄̔̈́̇̓͑̆̇͋̉͒̂͐͗́̈́̄̓̇̋̀̂̉̉͋̿͐̇͛̅͂̑̅͛̾̐̋̈̓̍̌͗̈́͌̒͐̌͗̿̍̎͂͑͌̔̉͒͂̕͘͜͠͝͝͠͝͝͝ǎ̴̧̨̨̢̦̥͎̱͉̙͔̮̟͇̞͉̬̥̮̼̝̜͉͙̥͌̀̌́̍͒̐̽̿̎̂̎̓̈́̿͊̿̑̈́̋̽̃̑̒̎̅͝͠d̴̢̧̨̢̡̛̛̛̛̯̠͕͖͖͙̞̩̩̮̭̞͖̯̪͈̞̱̮̺̭̹̱̲̠͇͇͖̼̯̜͙̹͈̞̰̯̗͈̲̥̟̣̣̀̂̎̏̾̊͐̈́̍̽̑͂̄̈́̈́̎̅̀̃͌͑͂̏̑͋̇̈́̈́̓̂̏͆͋̄͛̑̀͊̾̎̏̎̿̈́̈̊̽̄̊͊̇̅͗̉͊̽́͊̑͗̽͌͗̒͆̄͂́̚̕̕̕͘͝͝ọ̶͓̳͉̭͕͎͎̯̠͎̼̟̬̥̊̌̔͊̑̅͗͋̊̈́̂͌̈́̽̐̀̊̒̋̓͊̌̒̈́̿̀̈̄̃͒͗͐̆̃̃̃̑́͆̓̍͑̽̃͌̐̍̂͋̒̆͌̐̈́̈̈̓̓͌̔̈́̋́̀̊̕̚̕̕͝͝͝͠͠ẉ̷̧̡̧̨̡̧̢̡̫͈̣̟̬̮̘̣̦̻̝̫̰̗̮̬̝͚͖̯̝̞̩͓̝̥̭̙̝̮̻̥̭̼̘̻͚̳̲̝̮̼͔̪͔͇̣͕̭͕̩̼̩̠̘̬̬͍̖̜̭̈͑͒̾͛͐̈̃̄̄͂̆̃̿͆̐̓̉̂͜͜͜͝͝ͅ away. <img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/entity1.png?raw=true"> Wait... . . . Go...GO GO GO [[NOW->Continue]]]

Back then, everything was ^^small^^ We thought we ruled the world with out colorful eraser caps and light-up shoes Learned that 2 times 2 is 4 and a verb is an action Always moving, always [[growing->growth]] (text-colour:#000)[When did we stop [[growing->growing]]?]

A tree starts as a seed that when nurtured grows into a sapling, and further still (text-colour:#000)[Yet we cut and burn them down though they've never threatened us?] In the winter, they sleep (text-colour:#000)[Do trees snore?] In the spring, they awake (text-colour:#000)[Do trees [[dream->dream]]?]

(set: $growing to true) If you seek to continue past this point, you will be able to help me. (text-colour: #000)[Please...Please help me] Answer any questions in lowercase, it won't accept anything else (text-colour: #000)[I'm tired of this nightmare. But it is relentless] Make [[haste->growth]]

(text-colour:#000)[I fear for myself when I dream Would anyone seek me if I became lost In the fields that I create Or would they chalk it up to running away (align:"==>")+(box:"====XXXXX=")[running far away] They'd sooner believe that to my being lost Because no one wants to think of worse People stopped growing I fear for myself when I dream (align:"==>")+(box:"====XXXXX=")[Because I doubt I'd ever want to leave] I'd run further into the field until it becomes forest With crunching leaves and] (text-colour:#C32)[bright colors] (text-colour:#000)[Even in the shadows there is nothing but the earnest hope of what's waiting Nothing can hurt me in my dreams Except for the nightmares that trample me (align:"==>")+(box:"====XXXXX=")[That buck me off of their back and onto the ground to stomp me with hooves] They hate me, make me cry, force me to awaken to (align:"==>")+(box:"====XXXXX=")[(text-colour:#def)[bright colors]]] (if:$growing is true)[What do I fear for? (input-box:2bind $myself,"X==",1)] [Is this my [[reality->Begin]]?]

(if: $secondKeyAccessible is true)[What word is made? (input-box:2bind $being,"X==",1) (live:1s)[(if: $being is "being")[[[Onwards->Finale]]]]] Is it true that every story has A beginning, middle, end? If it is to be true, then where had we began? And must we end? Afternoons Are Awry in my mind, for no one remembers the middle. Always the beginning, Always the end, never the middle. Although, I do not recall my beginning. I have never been able but is this to say that was not truly my (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[beginning?] just the beginning of my existence, but it took ages for me to recall. I hardly remember my childhood, now. I don't know what I had Ate for lunch yesterday, and I don't know where I'm going now. is that to say I haven't still began? or is life different? is life only remembering the middle bits until we reach an end. Alined Are the stars as we Await An end, to the day, to the night, to the week, to the year. we Ask ourselves when the next thing will start, promise that with the new day, that we will grow And then we [[fall->to fall]] Again

falling, falling, falling still into a void in which I Cannot see. the sea is darker than the night, and darker still the Creatures that it hides Charybdis prepares to Capsize another ship, unsuspecting in the distance, but that is her favorite Choice of meal they say when Cats fall they are bound to land on their feet, but how does one bound when Confined to the limits that another puts unto them? no, I may not Catch myself when I fall, like my backpack strap did as my face hurdled towards pavement getting out of my dad's truck (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[at] such a young age I was Characterized by my amazement for such simply magical things I wish I Could remember what I had lost. I am glad you haven't lost it too for then we would both be (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[lost] and unable to be anywhere but everywhere at once. I once enjoyed fall and would jump into the leaf pile but when Catastrophe struck and my brother got a tick on his head I was Characterized by fear, anxiety, Controlled by both working in Conjunction with one another against me? their Creator? without me, there is no them, but without them, am I me? am I me with what I had lost? I am not Certain, but Certain am I that you Can help. You must. my heart aches every second more that passes, Current time running past, and every second more I feel lesser. do you feel it to? is [[Charybdis->myth]] hunting you, now?

when you look into the Endless night sky, do you see them too? constellations that Extend overhead for Everyone to view some change throughout the year, just like me just like (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[you] Even the man on the moon likes to watch their depictions and articulations of the lost myths they Empathize. The days turn into long Evenings where all Essences and Eloquences align across the horizon. Eerie the night that marches with the (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[spirits of Melinoë] like a parading Escapade, Escaping, Escape (live:20s)[[[Escape->Escape]]] (live:20.5s)[[[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]]] (live:21s)[[[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]]] (live:23s)[(text-colour:red)[[[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]] [[Escape->Escape]]]]

r̴͍̲̀e̷͓͖̋̅a̸͕͙̻͒͐͒l̶̝̇́i̸̱͇̿s̷̟͉̠͗t̵͔͗ì̷͈̕č̶̡͎̜ả̶͙͓̪l̵̖̯̑͛ĺ̶̢̼̮͊y̷̤̒͒,̶͆͌ͅ ̵̮̥̀̏t̸̝̫̚h̷̞̍e̵̖̤̐͜r̵̞͊́͐e̸̖̰̹̅ ̵̳̌̄́w̴̙̌ä̷̝́s̶̘͠ ̶̪̥̎ṇ̴͉̮̔̂e̶̬͌͗v̸͔̙͈̚ȇ̵̘̲̔͝ͅř̴̜̀ ̸̗͛̚a̴̳̘̪͋͠n̴̖̫̈́ ̷̳͙͠ĕ̴̼̏š̸͓͉͝c̷̺̻̖̽ȧ̶͕p̶̩̟̓̌è̸̯̤͜͝͠ ̸͉̦̀̑t̶͙͎͓͆́͠ḣ̷̤̰̾e̶͎̯̟̔̍͝ŗ̶̞̗̃̋e̴̳̭̘͋͝ ̷̣̃̒i̶̢͔̯̕š̵̥̄͌͜ ̶̡̯̏̿̓n̶̺͖̕ö̸̲̌ͅ ̸͎̱̟̃e̴͔͛̑s̶̙̮̣̆c̸͍͆ȧ̴̢p̵̗̓͐̈́ḙ̷̛̘̫̉ ̸̢̣͔̔͊t̴͙̑͘͘ḧ̸̨͈́ę̴̱̲́̒ŗ̶̎e̴̼̙̰̅̏̚ ̸̹͕̄͐̊w̶̻̹̍̑̑i̵̛̪̍l̶̥̔́l̷̘̠̗͑́ ̷̡͇͌͊̂n̸̹̟͐̋͋e̴͔̯̤͗́͐v̶̩͉̩͑̈̂ë̴͚̻̣͑r̶͓͛̀̎ ̵̛͈͂̍b̶͓̝̌̅̓͜é̸̼̂̀ ̶͙̭̼̓͛a̷̳̬͕͋̀̅n̴̩̳̂ ̵̠̰̌̃e̵̞̓s̶̡͉̘͑̽̕c̵̘̊ą̵̼̰͐ṕ̶̫̖e̶̪̰͗́ͅ <img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/entity2.png?raw=true"> Heroic, you are, for your Help you don't even bat an eyelash as you accept my struggles as if they were your (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[own] are you Happy with yourself? often I am, or at least I try to be but right now I am but a Husk of who I was yesterday and I cannot recall if that is for what I do not Have anymore or if I was destined to be (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[this way] through my Highs and lows, the ups and downs, you are still Here are you afraid of what lurks and Hacks at the Hopes of those who roam are your Hopes dwindling? are you lost? (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[uncertain] where this path leads e̸̠̕v̵̼̔e̴̳͆r̸̦͘ÿ̷͔́t̵̟͗h̸̞͌ḯ̵ͅn̷͈̓ǵ̷͙ ̴̱̊ĩ̶ͅš̴̻ ̷̣̅w̸̞̾r̴̩̎o̶̳̊n̴̥͆g̵͈̓ ̸̤̾ǹ̶̰o̶̧̒t̶͔̏ ̵̝͛ṙ̸̲ȉ̴̱g̸̗͗h̸̛̟t̸͓̏ ̴̞͌r̸̮̓i̵̦̔ḡ̴̣h̷̡͒t̴̘̾ ̵̞̀r̷̥̐i̴̮͝g̵͚̽h̴̳̽t̵͐͜ ̷̡̊r̴̦̾ì̴̟g̵͚͊h̵͎͋ṭ̸̔ ̸̳̌r̸̞̈́i̶̗͋g̸̈ͅh̸̄ͅt̴͔͐ ̵̫̚r̷͇̋i̴̞͋g̵̢͛ḩ̵͆ť̴̮ ̵͔͗r̷̠̒ḯ̷̖g̵͓͠h̴̦̑ṯ̸͋ ̶̤̋r̵̜̋i̴̖͛ǵ̸͖h̷̠͊t̷̯̚ ̷̽ͅr̷͚͘i̵͚͘ğ̸̮h̴̖͛ẗ̸͓́ ̴̥͠r̴̛̺i̶̩̽ğ̷̜h̴̫͊t̴͚͐ ̴͍͌ȑ̷̬ȉ̸̺g̷̫̀ḧ̴̠́t̴̻̾ ̵̦̄ṛ̸͂i̶͚̾g̵͔̈́h̵̏͜t̵̥̎ ̵̫̋r̴͉̈i̷̠̾g̸͈͘h̵̭̍t̷̮͝ ̴̡͑ṟ̸͠ī̶̫g̴̙̍ḧ̸͕́t̸̩͆ ̶̜͘r̴͔͆i̷͕͝g̵̰̔h̴͉͆t̶̞̓ ̶̯̃r̸̮̋i̸̿ͅg̸̣͊h̷̛̘t̷͇̄ ̵̬̀r̵̲͛ȋ̸̼ğ̵̯h̴̲̕t̷̠̾ ̸̩̃r̵̭͆i̴͇͠g̶̨̐h̶̞͗t̸͇͗ ̸̹̊r̴͓̍i̴̝̐g̵̩̀h̴̼̄ẗ̸́͜ ̴̜͝ṛ̴̊i̴̟͠g̷̹͗h̵̺̏ť̵̟ ̷̨͝ŕ̴̮ȉ̵͉g̶̠̓h̷̥̒t̵̘̒ ̸̖̃ŕ̸̤i̴̦̍ǵ̴̪ḧ̵̪t̸̪͌ ̷̲̾r̴̞̀i̶̧̓g̷̰̈́h̵͙̍t̶̠̍ ̸̩̇r̷̭̿i̶̞͝ġ̶͙ĥ̶̺ț̸͝ ̷̮̈ȓ̵̫i̵͇̐ǵ̶̹h̷̥͆t̴̤̅ ̸͖̝̠͓̦̟͛̌̓̒͗̌̕r̶͇̙̪̞̮̍i̷̢̡̛̞̠̟̰̩̇̕g̶̨͎̩͔͒h̶̗̒̔̂t̴͓̰̳̺̞̫͌̽̂ ̵͕̱̻͓͉̒́͗̚̚̕r̷̡̦̗̱̘̮̙͒̇̍̾̕͠ì̶͚̩͇̫͍͈̼̂͗̾͝ģ̵͕̻̬͚̠̂̄̈́͋̉̄h̵̤͉͇͚͕͚̃͛ẗ̴̗́̉̽ ̶̨̮͉͔̐̽̃͂́̚͠ȑ̵̞̭̻̞̦͖̐͠͠ȉ̶̼̜͚͈̩́̾̈͆͜͜͝g̵̡̻͕̀͐͘h̸̯̼͙͔̣̀̒̆͌̈́́͠t̸̥̗̼̺̔̇̆͒̇ ̷̘̣̯͗͐̾̊̈́͝r̶̡͔̻̞̻͖̘̽̚i̷̢͉͔̝͚̱̤͂͘͠g̸͍͙̪͈̫̤̙͑́̕̚h̷̪̳̺̰͕̺̹̑̎́͂̀͒͘t̵̩͙̞͉̍̋̉̇̿͜ ̴̰̹͔̗̄̈́r̸̡͖̖̰͒̈́̅̆ĭ̵̹̲̗̈́͒̚͠g̴̯͈̜̎̎̃͂́͐͜ḧ̵̨͙͎̤̻̙̫͌̂͝͝t̴̩̲̥̲͌ ̴͔̥̈́̋̒̍͊̀r̵̛̤͙̫̗͗̉͘ͅi̶̖͖̺̓̇́́̾ğ̴̢̧̭̺̘͙͙̏͌́͝h̴̡̭̺̖̠͛ͅͅṭ̶͇̆̑͑̀͠ ̷͔̆̾̄͠͠ṛ̷̢͖͛i̴͙̞̱͐̄̽́g̷̬̳͒͑̐͆̀͘͝ĥ̸̟̟̮͕́͒͝ț̷̰̽̾̋̈̐ ̵̯͕̦̱͈̆͜ͅr̸̨̚i̸̫͗͐g̸̫̱̺̺̱͛ḩ̵͖̯͗̔̅̽̕t̸̼͑͗ ̵̡̱̃̍r̶̛̬͎̲̻͎̄̃̋ï̸͇̜̲͈̫̊͝ͅg̶̟̈́͋͋̓̈̂͑ͅh̶̝͊͗͑̍̚t̸̡̜͊́̈̒͐͠͠ ̶̼̟̮͛͝r̶̮̪̪͓͕̘̎̓͋ͅi̴̧͚͙͙̟̟̰̐̿͂g̶̡̡̡̪̔̄̉̌̓h̷͉̐̓̎͂͐t̵͉̯̻̦͈̝͙͛͑̏̍͠ this one is Hit (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[or miss] but what isn't, in this day and age where you can only be right and wrong i Hum to myself to create the illusion that I am not alone that someone is listening someone is always listening, I know but I still Have the fear that Halts only when I think to [[combat it->go]]

y̶̗̋ơ̴̢̛͎̪̺͎͎̇͛̋͜ù̴̪͑͝ ̶̬̺͌̐̊̿͂̿h̸̢̦̗͍͐̓͒͑̀̀e̶̡̥̝̳̫̚a̵̙͚̮̼̎̉r̸̡̧̬͓̦͉̺̂̏́̂̚͝ ̸̻͓̙͐͒̕m̵̫̱̲̦̩̑̆è̴̞̰̙̪̱̱̖̏̐ ̶̞̉̓̏i̴̧̥̥̼̻̪̾̄͐̒͠n̴̢̬̹͉̬̲̈́̅̂́͝ͅ ̶͕̉͒̊̔t̸͓͉̯͚̳̟̰͊̒̽̉̑̋h̵̨̙͙͉̠̎́̀͑̚͝͠ͅë̷͇̖͔͚̻͍̮̀̇ ̷̩̲̫̦͕͐̇̑̀̽t̶̠̺̙̓̒̍̂̕̚̕ŗ̶̛͖̖̝͎͇̰͊͊͝͠é̵̯̠̙̻̟̜̟̉ë̴̺́̈́̿͠s̸̺̘͙̳̘̓̿ ̵̼̫̹̈̅͋͠ ̸̧̰͓͚̥́̾̐͌̚̕͜͠ẙ̷̢̹̥̤̹̍̑̆͘õ̴̝͠͝ṵ̷̮̅́̇̃̾̌͘ ̸͎͉̽̅̎̚f̵̡̞͘e̴͍̯̽ẻ̸͍͖̱̜̻͕̋͂͋̏͆l̶̨͙̊̆̾͒̉ͅ ̴̙̽͂͐͘͝m̸̫̞̬͂͆̏ę̸̧̠̼̰̞̼͒̓̚ ̶̨͂̾̏̈́̈́b̴̧̧̢̝̖̘̮̀͊̂͌̐̕r̷̛͈̙̲̺̭̖̓̾ë̷̛̟̩̭̯͒̀͝͠ͅa̷͉̺̝̙͆t̶̛̹̥̅̓͐͘͠͠ḫ̸̻̥̩̌̅̇́̿͂̕ͅi̶̝̝͐̄͑ͅn̴̬̞̿̽̀͛̚g̵̨̺̩̣͉͗̇͆̒̑̚ ̴͚͕̈́d̷͙̝̠͎͚͛͒̒̒͠ǫ̷͖͔͌͆̕̚͠w̸̭̰̺̐̃̾̌̽͠͝ñ̴̦͑ ̵̣̦̣̻̦̞̔͒̇̈ȳ̸̨̖̝̰͔̝̂̄ȏ̷̼̝̻̹̞̦̍͠u̴̧͙̬̞̓̎̓͌ṙ̸̢͚͖̪͙ ̴̞̭̖̥̤̫̍̌̾̒̒̍ͅn̷͓͛̆̍̈́̈́ë̷͍̙͚̔̍̋̕͝c̵̡̝̤̟͖̥̯̈́̔̂̈̓k̴͕̺͂̑̄͑̇͛ ̸̩͔̜͎͇̏́̽̊͂̈́̕ ̶̡̦̲̹̭͚̉̀͠ą̵̡̯̩̬̯̦̈́͑͊͆́͝n̴͔̺̰͐̏̃̃̍͘d̷̗̈́̆̈́͒̈̇ ̷̯͚̤̑͗͐̀̚w̶̯̪̋h̴̢̡̤͖͕̎͆̌͝͝a̷̘̪̪͚͌t̵͓̩̹̪͈́ ̶̧̖͔̗̱̉̅͂̂̔͗͆d̴̨͎̯͇̞̬͂ö̶̡̼̗̫̞̹́͒̍̑̂̊ ̷̥̗̻̼̐̌̐̋̉ỳ̶͔̭̦̹̠͓̈́̅̉̒̋͜͠o̴̿̌̓͛̋̄̕͜u̶̘͒̒́ ̵̡͕̙͝d̶̦̲̳͇̟̼̆̏͜o̴͙͐̊̈́ ̶̗͍̀̍̃̊̚͝͠w̸̛̜̘̹̭̰̫͗̈́̿̈́͐͝ͅḩ̵͍͍͔͕̤̈͑à̷̳̎̈́̔͘t̶̥̤̘̊̌͑̾̓̆̕ ̸̯͕̗̑͂̈́͗͝c̷̖̹̜̲̲̈́͜ͅą̸̫̲͕̟͕́̓͆̓̐̈́̕ņ̸̺̉͆̌̓͝ ̷̦̾̏̈́͋y̶͙̅̈́̓̿̄͘͝o̴̧̥͔̯͈̿̏̈́̊̓́̽ù̵͚͌͝ ̴͇̜̻̗̼̈̃ḏ̵̛̱͉̱̪̬̜o̴͖̥̮͚̣̓͘͜ ̴̛̰̣̯̎̆̎̒ḃ̴̡͖̞̬̘u̵̞͉͎̭͕͇̙͘t̵̺͇̣̱̯̝̍͑͛̂̄̉͝ ̸̠͔̜̦̫̋̒̒̈́̕̕n̵̞̦̩̯̈͜͜ͅȍ̷̧͔̗̻̣̟t̶̨̋̑̀́h̶̬̔͊̂̉͘i̵̧̱̋̉ņ̸̨̿̄g̴̨̗̳̞̳̮̏̽̌͘.̴̜̓̂̑̈̕.̵̩̝͙̰̬̖̣̋̈́̕.̴̨͖̗͓̰̈͝ Gone is Grief, but so is Gladness Gladness is Gone from me, now I feel so lost and foolish realistically, all feelings are Gone I am numb Go now, and leave me, for I am already Giving up you Gave it your all, but I am... <img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/entity3.png?raw=true"> Ģ̵̢͓̹͕͍͍̩̳̺̈́̊͋͐̐́͠l̷̨̛̖̩̹̳͕̙̦͌̏̍̍̈̚i̵̢͓̱͕̦̬̲̗̣̺͑͂́̃̌͘͜͝t̷̛̪̣̯̙̞̜͆̄̒͑̆̋̿̌̅͝c̷̩͗h̵̢̡̟̪͎̜̬̻͍̻̉̿̑̀̌̇ ̸̧̪̟̪̮̼̙̰͚̿̏̏́̔̀͠͠͠ĭ̸̡̗͙͓̳͕̮͎͑̈́̽͂͘͝n̸̞̣̲͔̻͋̄̌͝ ̶̛̣̤̄̑̒̾̏͋͌̓͝t̴͎̬̤̭̖̯̥͑̇͐̌̏͆̽͐̆h̷̻̦͉͋͊̐́̆̌̈͌͂͜e̷̢̪̖͈͆̍̔͝ ̴̛͍́̇̑͊̔̏͘͘̕t̵͔͓͂̈ȑ̵̖̠͇͓͉̭̟͈̺̗̹͒͐͑́͊̍̈́̽̃ȩ̸̲̘̤̦̘͍̬̮̓̃̈́̊̓́̈́̑̊̾ͅe̸͈̺͙̩͚̻͈͛̐̿̑͌͘͜͠ş̶̨̯̻̙̝͈͚͉̰͂̆͜ ̸̨̩̰̒G̸̥̜̺͔̹̖̓͑̽͊̔̌͑͐͆͛͠l̵̥̤̤̙̰̗̼̻͆i̷̫͉͎̥̬̫͚͕̓̓͌̔̈́̾ẗ̶̢̗̼͉̭̘͖̗̼͈́͗c̴̛̮̞̩̬̱̺͎̝̙̱̐͒͛̌͛̆̋̾̊͝h̵͍̯̑̋̓̂̄̒̂͘ ̷̨͉͇̺̩̥̱̭͊̀̌̀̌̈́̊̂d̵̠͔͇̗̙̞͒̈̇͂͆̕͘͠͝ö̴̤͍̪́̀̔͂̉͗͛̏͛͝ẉ̷̮͉̣̙̬̟͔͗̈̓̀n̵̤͉̍̇ ̴̠̬͔͖̈̓̀͑̃̀̕y̷̦̘͙̫̜͌ͅͅo̵̲̓̄̑̚u̷̡̫̱̰̲̥̭̪̼͎͂͌r̴̖͇̺̙̰̿ ̶̛̩̥̠̌͛̊̈́̇̏͠n̶̪͎͓̣̠̩̦̠̎̃̒̓͆̄̕ë̶͕̟c̴̣̀̍̒͐́̄̎̚̚ḱ̴̯̣͇̤̟̪̿̓̏̋͛̈̆͐̌̕ ̸̩̲̟̻͚̠̪͒̂̓̈̊̚͘͘̕̚ͅG̵̠̖̘͙͖̗̮̭̲̩̍͑̉͋̀ḷ̴̼̱̹͈͚͂̄͐̐͒̚Ǐ̷̧̲Ṱ̸̨̛̥̻̞͓͕̱̝͎̂͋̅̍͂̏̆͑͜C̸̨̢̢̱͖͈̖̋̔̈́͆ͅH̵͉̯̗̺̹̠̉́͛̊̌̎̓̑̊̈́̉ ̴̲͔̤͛̆̂̿̚͠g̸̩̫̠̳͓̽̈́͗͋̍͘l̷̛̞̺̰̬̏͊̈͗I̸̢͔͇͍͋̈́T̷̨͇͈͙̀̑́̉̌̿̿̉̒ͅc̵̛̠̪̫̯̯̜̞̯͊̈̀͂͋ͅh̶̡̙̯͕͔̜̭̫̘̜̯̐͌̐ ̸͉̲͍̤̪̳̣̪̎̒̋͒̌G̷͔̖̣̱̟͙̗̬̼̙̼̓̈́̄̎L̵̼̦̦̬̯̪͈͗͗̕I̶̢̨̞̞̲̞̝͇͔̗̠̎̏̂̆̋͆̈́̿̕͠T̴͖͑̄̐̔̋͂̈̀͘͠C̶̟͓̝̭̳͂͝H̵̠̗̦͎̼͎̟̳̬̖̑̽̒͂ ̷̱̬͔̯̲͍̈͋͊̿̐͂̊͗̽̕ ̶̫͍̭͙̿͐̓a̵̻̯͎̭̹̙͈̮̮̱͛̔̍͗̏̋̉̓͘͝ͅh̷̢̨̫̲̥̑̐̓̍̉̽͂̎́̽̏a̵͖͔̪͍̮̭̯̤̅̑̄ḩ̶̨͖̬̩̞͔̍̇͒̋̑̍̏͜a̵͎͙̘̹̯̰̚ḩ̴͍͇͕͎̕ȃ̵̜̻͖̘̹̱̙͙͓̻̰͋̔̍̉̈͂͂͂͝h̶̡̧̻̝̥̙̀̂ͅa̴̤̯̱̱̞̪̦̟̖̻͑͐͘ȟ̶̖͇a̷͓̅͂͊̅͠ĥ̵̭ḥ̴̥͎̀͒͑̇̑͛̕̚͜͝a̷̧̢͈̤͔̞̔͋͗̚h̵̠͕̬͎͓̐̑ă̵̙̿̈̿h̸͔̟̘́̍͒̎̌̆́̚â̸̹̖̼̼̹͎̤͎̈̈́̐h̸̟̫̫̄͠a̷̢̞̝̭̺̬̖̩̗̲͑͛͊̂̏̍̑h̷̨̪͇͉̣̭̟̬̲̆a̵̡̱̰̗͓͉̙͉̗̽ͅh̵̞͍̹̭̥̪̞͕͔̠͂̅̚͠ą̶̨̭̲̩͉̬̭̏͑ḫ̴̫̤̰̈͂̽̓̌̊͜͝a̴̡̟̯͕̤̐̿̀̃̈̓̔͋͐͘̕h̸̨̨̼͕̳͕͠a̴̙̝̯̼̯̯̱͕͇̫͒́͑̂̌̀̉͊̕͜͠ḩ̷̛̟̘̺͙̯̱͎̫͙̯͐͐͐̃̅͠͠ä̵̦́͂͂̈́̇͆̒ḩ̶͇̞̮̻̻̻̊̇̎͊͊̑͒͠͝͝͠a̵̠̱̞̺̾̂̂͜h̵̙̳͉͇̍̂̔ͅh̶͉̦̋̀͂̊̈́̓̃͐ȁ̷̧̧̨͍͇̭̎̓̾̎͗̔͝h̸̢̛͉̣͎̦̭̩̞̘̄͊͆͋̃̌̈́a̸̘̲̿ḩ̷̪̥̦͖̥̈́́̕ä̷̛͙͎̗͎͇̫͈̖̰́͜h̵̛͖̩̄̅̾̽͂͝͠͝a̷̜̖̪̘̦̝̅̑̀̓̂̀̀͗̓̾h̷̩̙͂̍͒̿̿̈́̐̈́̊̄͝a̷̤̪̓h̵̢̭̗̾͑́a̷̗̩͌̋̌̀̋͝͝h̴̛͖̰͉̬̤̹̞̦͂̀̄̑̌̀̕͠ä̷̯̹͕͍̩́h̶̨̰͍͍͕́a̴̡͖̫̘͍̳̫̿͜h̴̘͉̭̓̀͂͐͑͊̿͘̕͝a̵̡̤̪̯͔͖̰̲̍̍̍͜͝ͅh̸̢̤̤̤̑̓̂̋̐̄͂̋̚͠͠ͅa̷̡̡̤̤͙̭͉̲̽̌̈̄ͅh̴͙͂̈́̔̔̐͊̉̈́͋͝a̵͔̦̲̬̥̲̮̍̀͛͋̿͐́̕͝ḩ̶̢͚͈̦̯͂̔͑̌͋̊̓͑́̇͠ȁ̸̦̜̗̫͇̮̻̼̂̉̕͜ḧ̵̻̪̋̂̋̀̑̔͝a̵̛͖̫̮̰͕̲̣̎̔͆̚̕͜ḩ̵̜͉̲͒̉͂͂̓̐̀̽̌̕h̴̬̓ā̵̡͙̞̲̖̋̈́͌̚h̵̛̳̊͒͌a̴̺̗̲͚͖̻̤͙̻̓̓̏́͒͂́̅̄͝ẖ̷̤͔̱̤̗́́̃̎̎ͅȁ̶̢͔̞̖͍̗̬̹̥̳̌ͅh̷̢̤̰̮͕̼̖̬̀̕͜a̷̳͍͓̰̣̭̘͇̒̍͊̓̍̓̂͋̌̄̚h̵̢̛̻̩̼̬̜͈̣͉̹͗̔̏̒̽͊̽̿̕͠ͅá̵̫̭̯͔̱͎͈̍̽̒h̷̭̠̳̰̳͖͕̅̏̉ǎ̵̖̺͔̰̳͕̈́͒̾͠h̵͖̠̫̲̤͊̂̆͒͛́́̏̀̎̒a̶̢̹̬̥̥̰̟̦͛̃̄̍̃͊̐͜h̴͇͙̘̓̇̈́̓͌̅̓ȃ̴̢̡̨͆̈́̔͠h̴̨̉̓̋̅̄͐a̶̛̪̙̝͈̅̔̾͋ͅh̶̜͇͋͑͑̿̃̉̕̕͝á̵̺̗͕͙̞͎̜̦͚̆͛̄̓͗͌̊̆͘͠h̵̝̮̍̓̓́̽̔͠a̴̛̲͑͂̈̿̈́h̵̛̺̥̳̠̩͈͒͌̎͐̓̓̉̅͠ą̷̦̠̳̫͍̥̏̂̂̕h̵͖͍̻̝̄̌͊́̅̆̚ͅa̸͉̦̰͔̘̼̰͍̱̟̭̒͊͛͛͛̌͘͝h̸̢̬̟̙̬̙͕̱̒̽͒̅͒̈̿̽̉̈́̕a̶̡̪̳͉̦̿̐͐͜͝͝ͅḩ̴̡̝̬̠̤̙̞͇̭̊̉̔̔̋̆̀̈́ą̷̞͉̯̠̿̀̅͑͆́ͅh̷̼͚̊̎a̷̛͓͎̙̘̠͔̹̎̎̎͜ͅh̸̤͒́̃a̴̧̳͎̖͓̤̲̋̀͜h̴̨͍̯͗̇̊̑̑̂̓a̶̰̋̈̚ little more than a Game that's all it is to the shadow all i am made to be lower than the Ground and the Gaping holes from the quakes I'm Gasping and Grabbing at straws why do you still walk by my side do I drag you out now, before you become like me? (set: $secondKeyAccessible to true) we're even back at the [[start->Continue]], now.

t̶̡͓̍͆h̶͍̎̽e̶̘̙̓r̵̢͉̂͆é̶̤̫ ̵̻̺̂͘i̴̺̽s̶͇̩̉ṋ̸̃'̴̗̦͗̏ț̵͚̈́͘ ̶̪̌̈a̸̭̚ǹ̴̰y̴̡̗̽t̶͔̑h̷̭̄͑i̷̩͛n̵̫͌̾g̵̣͛̚ ̵̱̐̈́h̸͍͚̐e̸̲̎̕r̶͉̈́e̸̠̔͜ ̷̧̫̀͂ ̴̯̈́s̴̟̲̾ȏ̶̜̦ö̵̥́̽n̵̞͗,̶̹̬̓ ̷̨̱̕y̶͎͚̿ȍ̷̭̗̎u̴̖̿͝ ̸͑͜͠w̴̾ͅo̵̹̳͂̿n̸̢̈́̃'̸̗̪̿t̸̼͈͂̔ ̸̧̜̾e̵̞̕v̵͕͊̆͜ẽ̴͈͍́n̸͕̥̾͐ ̶̥͎̽͊b̸̫̿e̵̠͆ ̷̞̔h̴̢̔̓ẻ̸̤ͅr̵̳̿ẹ̵̿ ̵̥̰́ ̴̮̰̇p̶̡̥͒̍â̷̢̞̈́ŕ̷̪̥t̷͎̪̔̌ ̶̦̎o̵̭̓f̸̢͓̒͊ ̵̡̺̒m̴̘̾̓e̸͍̫͊,̴̲̔͘ ̵̥̊a̸̖͓͐l̷͜͝l̴̹̍̋ ̸͚̍͛s̵̡͘͠e̶̻͌́n̵̹͐̚s̷̨̏͒e̴͕͂͝s̵̺̕͘ ̵̛̺ą̵̃͜n̸̩̭͗͘d̵̘̔͊ ̸̣͙̀́b̸̗͛ě̷̝͓l̷̘̕ȍ̷̥̇n̵̬̊g̷̭̊i̸̪̮͘ṉ̵̀g̷̹̳͂͛s̴͉̞̋̃ ̵̣̇̀ọ̶̻͋f̷̻̟̍̈́ ̵͕̄y̶͙͚̒o̶͍̿̄u̸̧̨͋r̸̥̍͠s̴͇̜͗͐ ̶̣͛ẁ̷̦͋i̶̮̯̽l̶̠̬̔l̷̫͛ ̸̹̒͝b̵̩͉̾é̵̡̻ (text-colour: #000000)[n̸̬̩̓̄̽̋̕ớ̴̰̻̈́̕,̶͉̘̋̐̓͝ ̸͓͎͔̭̙͍͗̑̽̃ň̸͉̱̃o̷͍͇͈̘͊̒̎̿͠ͅt̵̨̼̘̗̎̈̌ ̶̛̗̜̻̖̤͔̌̋̃͘͠e̶͍̲͒́̈́͋͘v̶̻͚͖̗͈̓e̶͔̤͕͉̼͚̋̌̾͂̓ń̶͖́̄͂̋͛ ̸̞͎̲͙͂̑̂ͅḧ̸̗͖̥̟͖͖́͒̃̀ě̷̡̲̮̖͔̩̕͝r̷͕̺̗̄͝e̷̛͎͉͈̒̍͗̄͆] <img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/entity2.png?raw=true"> (live:5s)[(text-colour: #000000)[g̴̣̽̔͛̕į̶̘̣̃͆v̸̨͙̖̺̈̅̏͝e̴̞̪͑ ̸͎̦̮̜̽̐͜͝ú̸̻͝ṕ̵̧̻̠̫͚]] (live:5s)[There isn't anything here. We should give up.] (live:7s)[(text-colour: #000000)[n̵͖̖̅̓̈́͝o̴̡͎͎͔͓̐̇t̴̡̥̩̖̱͊͜h̸͎̋ị̶̱͈̅̅͆́͠n̴̜̦̣͇̲̽͂̓͘g̵͚̜͇̙̟̈́͑͂̌ ̷̖̻͗̒̆͊w̴̡̗̰̑͂̀ị̵͚̮͎̈̐͛͌͝͠l̴̩̈́̿̀̈̃̕l̷͎̥̮̻̏̆̿͒̌͋ ̵̢̧͙̼̰̽̌͛̄͋͂c̶̫̮͔͉̟͔͋̀̽͘̕̕h̸̹̣͒å̸̙͔͖̖͍̮̄̎͌̑͝n̸̰͚͈̩͔̅̍g̵̤͈̹͙̈͘ė̶͍̇]] (live:7s)[Nothing you do will change anything. I appreciate the help, really.] (live:10s)[(text-colour: #000000)[ň̴̟̘̟̣̍͆̾̀̀͗͆ö̶͎̮̠̗̹̟͎͇̳͍́́̀͆̃̿̈́͗̕͝ť̷͖̯̫̣͙̘̒̒̉͜ͅḧ̴̬͙̈́̆ị̸̢̛̛͚͓̥̗̲̿̇̒̕̕n̶͈̏̄͗̉̋̊̈́̀̐͘ġ̶̪͠͝ ̷̪͇̅̊̊͛͊́̒̉̾͝͝y̵̺̠͆̿̓̊̀̾̽̉̂ͅo̴̝͊̔̂̆͘̚ủ̶̧̫̝̮̟̖͚͙͉̱̔̃̈́̀̄̀͠ ̴̭̗͎̜̃̈́͑͛͋̈́͝ḑ̷͍̜͓͕̖́͛͆̄͊̆͑ò̷̧̨̭̰̳̙̯̝͕̫̘͊̈̓̾̒͒͗̌͗͝ ̸̛̪͚̬̭̦͍̮̻͕̪͉(text-style:"emboss")[i̵̦̹͇̹͍̋̊̒̅̈́͗͋͋̚̕s̴̳̪͙̟̿͛̀̆̆̍͋͆͐̾ ̴̝̹̟̺̮͖̱͈̈́́̒̍̈́͝͝ę̷̧̦̂̀̈̕͜n̸̺̯͈͕̈́́̽̄͋́̐̆͝͝o̴̗̼͉͔̝̗̯̥̓͆͂u̶̧͖̙͉̖̩̣̖̘̗͆͂̃̐̾̏̕͠ģ̷̺͖̮̘̓̄̓̂͠h̸͙͇̫̮̳̭̗̍̅ͅ]]] (live:12s)[(text-colour: #f0f0f0)[Nothing you do (text-style:"emboss")[is enough].]] (live:12s)[(text-colour: #000000)[ň̴̟̘̟̣̍͆̾̀̀͗͆ö̶͎̮̠̗̹̟͎͇̳͍́́̀͆̃̿̈́͗̕͝ť̷͖̯̫̣͙̘̒̒̉͜ͅḧ̴̬͙̈́̆ị̸̢̛̛͚͓̥̗̲̿̇̒̕̕n̶͈̏̄͗̉̋̊̈́̀̐͘ġ̶̪͠͝ ̷̪͇̅̊̊͛͊́̒̉̾͝͝y̵̺̠͆̿̓̊̀̾̽̉̂ͅo̴̝͊̔̂̆͘̚ủ̶̧̫̝̮̟̖͚͙͉̱̔̃̈́̀̄̀͠ ̴̭̗͎̜̃̈́͑͛͋̈́͝ḑ̷͍̜͓͕̖́͛͆̄͊̆͑ò̷̧̨̭̰̳̙̯̝͕̫̘͊̈̓̾̒͒͗̌͗͝ ̸̛̪͚̬̭̦͍̮̻͕̪͉(text-style:"emboss")[i̵̦̹͇̹͍̋̊̒̅̈́͗͋͋̚̕s̴̳̪͙̟̿͛̀̆̆̍͋͆͐̾ ̴̝̹̟̺̮͖̱͈̈́́̒̍̈́͝͝ę̷̧̦̂̀̈̕͜n̸̺̯͈͕̈́́̽̄͋́̐̆͝͝o̴̗̼͉͔̝̗̯̥̓͆͂u̶̧͖̙͉̖̩̣̖̘̗͆͂̃̐̾̏̕͠ģ̷̺͖̮̘̓̄̓̂͠h̸͙͇̫̮̳̭̗̍̅ͅ]]] (live:14s)[(text-colour: #bfbfbf)[N̶̪̱͇͐o̷̰͓̓́̀ț̴͉͘ͅḧ̵̠̗͌i̸͈̤̮͝n̴͕̱͉̔͛ġ̸̢͍̜͋̕ you do (text-style:"emboss")[is enough].]] (live:16s)[Is it true?](live:17s)[ What they're saying...is it true?] (live:18s)[You start to get colder...and colder...Is this- is this what they were talking about? It isn't just physical. Your thoughts are growing to be more and more rigid.](live:22s)[ Your vision is dimming, and all you can hear are the chilling voices of the one you had wanted to help and the one you were helping them conquer.](live:24s)[..How foolish.] (live:30s)[(text-style:"blurrier")[No. Not foolish. Hopeful.]](live:33s)[(text-style:"blur")[ No. Not foolish. Hopeful.]](live:36s)[(text-style:"emboss")[ No. Not foolish. Hopeful.]] (live:40s)[$being $myself] (live:42s)[$being $myself $being $myself $being $myself] (live:44s)[$being $myself $being $myself $being $myself $being $myself $being $myself $being $myself $being $myself $being $myself $being $myself] (live:46s)[$being $myself (input-box:2bind $isenough,"X==",1)] (live:1s)[(if: $isenough is "is enough")[[[You hear a roar of pain.->Conclusion]]]]

(live:2s)[You can see it now, clearly as you come to your senses. A shadow staggers from the trees, its head tilted back as it continued its screams. You see your companion on the ground a few feet away, their hands to their head. They seem bewildered, frightened...] (live:7s)[You sprint towards them, guiding them up onto their feet by their elbows. Never once did your eyes leave the shadow losing its darkness, lights starting to burst from its chest in all directions. <img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/entity%20chest.png?raw=true"> It's blinding. But so, so much warmer than what you were enduring before.] (live:12s)[<img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/entity%20light.png?raw=true"> Next thing you know, you're the one being pulled away. All you can do is watch as what was once consumed by darkness is pulled upwards towards the sky, the branches of any trees nearby receding to allow it room. A pillar is the next thing you see, connecting the ground to the sky, <img src = "https://github.com/Hannabellz/Group-Project/blob/master/Pictures/entity%20beam.png?raw=true"> until there was nothing.] (set: $ending to true) (live:16s)[Only silence. [[And a brand new star.->Hide]] ]

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