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She followed the tendrils eagerly and without question.
Their whispers lulling, caressing her ears like velvet and honey.
A hazy, Cheshire grin on godly features.
The haze pushed the door open, it closed it right after she left.
Her eyes, feline majestic creations of ethereal craftsmanship.
She walked, completely barefoot. She would not be needing shoes.
The floor would not dare to hurt her.
Nothing else around would hurt her.
They would make sure of it.
A long, sleek dress trailed behind her. Her arms adorned in misty chains.
The haze thickened as they slowly reached their destination.
The doors heaved open, a deathly , unsettling groan .
She stepped out gracefully, head held high as the moon shone.
She walked,
and walked,
and walked,
The haze's whispers quickened, the haze thickened. Swirling faster and faster as she walked into it.
A bruised hand emerges from within the mist, a full figure stands tall, dark and proud.
Their hand stretches out towards her.
Her eyes glossed,
She takes it.
They smile deeply.
"L̴̢̢͎̖̟̙͙̝̙͔̻͈̿̐͂̾ë̵̛̻̪̮͚̺͙̜̣͖͙͔͇̱́̾̊̋̈́͋͊̂͌͠ţ̵̧̢̨̼͖̝̰͙͙̮͒̍̇̐̉͝ş̵̧͍͍̣̣͔̥͕̞̻͇̲͇͌́̅̐͆̓̃͌͆̎͗̅̕̕͜ ̴̡̢̙̫͖͖̩̱̳͕͇̝̣̳̈͒ư̵̧̨̧̡̱̮̘͚͈̜̹̱͙̏̋̌̎̈́͜͝s̷̻̠͈̙̞͗̈́͊̈́͒̌͗̔̽͝ ̵̞̙̙͚̩̻͎̫̇͌̾͛̀b̷̧̥̜͓̦̹͙͈͓̿͛̈́̀̎̑̿̑̿̔́̿̐͜ͅè̸̡̛̬̙̜̞̩̼̲̰͉͍̓̓͐̈̎̉̿́̎͌̀͝g̷̖̜͎̟̭̫̯̰̘̪̼͍̪̀̈́̍͌̇̑͐̓̓̇́͝i̶̡͍̝͔̬͗͐ͅn̸̡̧̪͎͇̟̥̱͌͂̔̅͒̓̃̕͜ͅ, "
Together, they disappear.
ɯ̸̢̟̥̤̀̂͑͒̈́̈̆̀͒̎̃́͜͝͝͠ɐ̷͕͎̟̻̗͍̠̭̞̞̯̺͉̫̅̊̇͠ͅɔ̶̡̧̣̤̖̺̣͉̘͕̝̼̙̎̈́̊̓̇͛ͅͅɹ̶̼̱̌͊͋ɐ̵͖̳͕̠͕̥͑̐̀͛̉̂̈́̃̕͜͝ͅḑ̴̰͈͓̮̳͇͙̹̔̈̌́́̿̉͘ͅ ̶̬̻̼̝̦̤͎̻͙͂̉̏̃͐̇́͋̀̌͘ů̵̧̙͔̭̻̪̘̻̱͍̟̾͂̆̓͆̓̔̐̿̀̓͘o̸̹̟̖̮̰̻͖̗̐͌̍̽̒̄͆̿́̾͊͑̈́̕u̵̢̬̙̹̤̘̗̹̫͚͎̭͉̒ ̷̛̱̠͎͈̙̒̿̄̒̎̐̊̋͘o̶̧̠̮̒́̉͒̋̂̀̀̐̌̕͝ḅ̴̗̣̮͇͕͍͎̿͑̂̆̈́̑̈̓̽̃ə̶̟̺͓͗̒̒͂͛̏̅̆̉̈́̐̅͘ͅ ̵̡̡̙͈̣̺̪̩̝͓̭͈̳̗̐̄̍͛͐̃͠͠ʇ̶͍̝̋̾̕ə̴̯͍͓̞̤̟̱̺̅͌̔͋̈́́̓́ ̷̡͚͙̝̺̙̪̖̼̺̓̈́̆ͅ:̴̛̻̰̺͋́͑͋̽̓̋̒̄ɹ̴̧̖̜̦̫͍͍͈͓͑n̶̻̍̓̑͑̈́̊͊̇̊̓̂̄͘ʇ̷͈͙͉͖͗ə̸̡̛͍̦͓̩̺͉͉̫̟̄͊̂͗̐̔̓̉͂͋̓̈́͝ʇ̴̯̠̩̞̫̫̒̓͛̍̄͊̊̏͒̕̕̚͘͝ɹ̴̧͚̈̃̈́̄̏̀̋̀͊͑̂͑̄̚̚ə̶̛͕̠̗͍̿͑̒͑̔̉̋̏̚̚ʌ̶̡̢̠͙͖͔̜͙̤̱̻̫̦̊̐͒́̈́̄͘ə̶̢̭̜͚͖̟̏͐̄̆̑́̉͌͐͜ͅɹ̶̛͈̙̊̇ ̵̢̢̯͓̼̘͇̬͒ũ̶̺̰͓̫͉̘̱̮͗͑̃̔̂̓̄͆̂̕ͅǫ̵̩̮̥͕̭̣̺͚̼͚͋̈̈́͋̌̔̓̎̄̽̀̑̑ͅȕ̴͔̲̩͓̣̼̰̉̑̅́̽̕͝͝ ̸̢̺͎̤͊́̓͆̉͛͑̈́̓͜ʇ̸̙̪̥̹̠̫͉̞̇̐̔̽͂͛̋̚͜ͅə̸̡̡̡̛͖̞̭̲͕̘̎̄̇̓̎̓̎̑͑̍̀͒͝ ̵̨̡̨̢̠̥̥̖̯͕͂̅́'̵̡̖̰̜͎̇͆̇͑͌͑̌͂͘̚͜͠ʇ̵͖̬̲͇͒͑̈́ı̸̧̨͎͔̠̯̟̝̗͇͉͕̜͊͆̈́̈́͒̋̑͝ı̷̲̫͔̉͗̊̊̈́̓̑̎̆͗̍̈́͠q̶͓̜̪̣̠̗͈͗̽͂̎̿̓͑͗͌̕ɐ̴̡̜̲̩̱̤̝͙̝̣̞͆͗ ̶̭̼̙̗̤͈̹͍̺̲̽͒͊͗̍̾̓̆̍̌̑̌͌̋͜͝ɔ̴̮̻̳̤̜̓̅̾͐͐̌̂͛̈̂̀ų̵̪̖̯̲̝̠̜̿̉͜ͅn̴̛͎̠͎̊ͅʇ̶̙̜̣̭̝̻̳̘͓͔̠̮̞̹̳̾͊͐
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