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#What Was Once ]](text-style:"bold","double-underline","expand")[[[
#Hidden->Begin]]](if: $ending is true)[(text-style:"bold","double-underline","expand")[
# Is Again Found.
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(if:visits <= 1)[(set: $ending to false)]
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(set: $myself to "")
(set: $secondKeyAccessible to false)
(set: $being to "")
(set: $isenough to "finish the phrase")
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}Is something truly lost if no one is missing it?
(text-colour:#000)[When did you stop looking for that childhood toy?]
Is something truly hiding if no one is searching?
(text-colour:#000)[When did you stop searching for that childhood friend?]
Are you looking? Are you searching?
(text-colour:#000)[When did we stop being [[children->childhood]]?]
(if:$myself is "myself")[You found the first key! That must have scared the s̵̡̢̧̧̧̯̺͕͕̩͉͉͕̲̱̬̞̩̣̞͈̰̫̘͖̦͓͐͐͋h̵̢̨̡̡̧̢̛̛̛̥͎̹͔̳̻̱̻͙͉̪͚̖̮̠̼͙̠͇͚͙̙̞͖̗̮̦̮͉̟͓͉̫͌̅́̓͆̇̈̄̔̈́̇̓͑̆̇͋̉͒̂͐͗́̈́̄̓̇̋̀̂̉̉͋̿͐̇͛̅͂̑̅͛̾̐̋̈̓̍̌͗̈́͌̒͐̌͗̿̍̎͂͑͌̔̉͒͂̕͘͜͠͝͝͠͝͝͝ǎ̴̧̨̨̢̦̥͎̱͉̙͔̮̟͇̞͉̬̥̮̼̝̜͉͙̥͌̀̌́̍͒̐̽̿̎̂̎̓̈́̿͊̿̑̈́̋̽̃̑̒̎̅͝͠d̴̢̧̨̢̡̛̛̛̛̯̠͕͖͖͙̞̩̩̮̭̞͖̯̪͈̞̱̮̺̭̹̱̲̠͇͇͖̼̯̜͙̹͈̞̰̯̗͈̲̥̟̣̣̀̂̎̏̾̊͐̈́̍̽̑͂̄̈́̈́̎̅̀̃͌͑͂̏̑͋̇̈́̈́̓̂̏͆͋̄͛̑̀͊̾̎̏̎̿̈́̈̊̽̄̊͊̇̅͗̉͊̽́͊̑͗̽͌͗̒͆̄͂́̚̕̕̕͘͝͝ọ̶͓̳͉̭͕͎͎̯̠͎̼̟̬̥̊̌̔͊̑̅͗͋̊̈́̂͌̈́̽̐̀̊̒̋̓͊̌̒̈́̿̀̈̄̃͒͗͐̆̃̃̃̑́͆̓̍͑̽̃͌̐̍̂͋̒̆͌̐̈́̈̈̓̓͌̔̈́̋́̀̊̕̚̕̕͝͝͝͠͠ẉ̷̧̡̧̨̡̧̢̡̫͈̣̟̬̮̘̣̦̻̝̫̰̗̮̬̝͚͖̯̝̞̩͓̝̥̭̙̝̮̻̥̭̼̘̻͚̳̲̝̮̼͔̪͔͇̣͕̭͕̩̼̩̠̘̬̬͍̖̜̭̈͑͒̾͛͐̈̃̄̄͂̆̃̿͆̐̓̉̂͜͜͜͝͝ͅ away.
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Wait...
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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?
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[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]] Againfalling, 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
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[[Escape->Escape]]]]r̴͍̲̀e̷͓͖̋̅a̸͕͙̻͒͐͒l̶̝̇́i̸̱͇̿s̷̟͉̠͗t̵͔͗ì̷͈̕č̶̡͎̜ả̶͙͓̪l̵̖̯̑͛ĺ̶̢̼̮͊y̷̤̒͒,̶͆͌ͅ ̵̮̥̀̏t̸̝̫̚h̷̞̍e̵̖̤̐͜r̵̞͊́͐e̸̖̰̹̅ ̵̳̌̄́w̴̙̌ä̷̝́s̶̘͠ ̶̪̥̎ṇ̴͉̮̔̂e̶̬͌͗v̸͔̙͈̚ȇ̵̘̲̔͝ͅř̴̜̀ ̸̗͛̚a̴̳̘̪͋͠n̴̖̫̈́ ̷̳͙͠ĕ̴̼̏š̸͓͉͝c̷̺̻̖̽ȧ̶͕p̶̩̟̓̌è̸̯̤͜͝͠
̸͉̦̀̑t̶͙͎͓͆́͠ḣ̷̤̰̾e̶͎̯̟̔̍͝ŗ̶̞̗̃̋e̴̳̭̘͋͝ ̷̣̃̒i̶̢͔̯̕š̵̥̄͌͜ ̶̡̯̏̿̓n̶̺͖̕ö̸̲̌ͅ ̸͎̱̟̃e̴͔͛̑s̶̙̮̣̆c̸͍͆ȧ̴̢p̵̗̓͐̈́ḙ̷̛̘̫̉
̸̢̣͔̔͊t̴͙̑͘͘ḧ̸̨͈́ę̴̱̲́̒ŗ̶̎e̴̼̙̰̅̏̚ ̸̹͕̄͐̊w̶̻̹̍̑̑i̵̛̪̍l̶̥̔́l̷̘̠̗͑́ ̷̡͇͌͊̂n̸̹̟͐̋͋e̴͔̯̤͗́͐v̶̩͉̩͑̈̂ë̴͚̻̣͑r̶͓͛̀̎ ̵̛͈͂̍b̶͓̝̌̅̓͜é̸̼̂̀ ̶͙̭̼̓͛a̷̳̬͕͋̀̅n̴̩̳̂ ̵̠̰̌̃e̵̞̓s̶̡͉̘͑̽̕c̵̘̊ą̵̼̰͐ṕ̶̫̖e̶̪̰͗́ͅ
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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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