"Pandora's box had been opened and monsters had come out. But there had been something hidden at the bottom of Pandora's box. Something wonderful."
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𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦,
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 "𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳" 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵.
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵... 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴... 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱—𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦.
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵—𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦.
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