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'''๐’œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐‘…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡'''<br>
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'''๐’œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐‘…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡'''<br>
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'''๐’ช๐“๐’น ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐’ฎ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ''', ๐ธ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“‡, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฉ๐“Š๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ<br>
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'''๐’ช๐“๐’น ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐’ฎ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ''', ๐ธ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“‡, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฉ๐“Š๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ<br>
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'''๐’ž๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’''', ๐ธ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“‡, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“‡๐’ถ๐“<br>
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'''๐’ž๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’''', ๐ธ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“‡, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“‡๐’ถ๐“<br><br>
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'''๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒโ€™๐“ˆ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž''', ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“๐’น ๐’ฎ๐‘’๐’ถ, ๐ต๐“‡๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡, ๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ฟ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒโ€™๐“ˆ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž''', ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“๐’น ๐’ฎ๐‘’๐’ถ, ๐ต๐“‡๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡, ๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ฟ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐’น ๐’ฅ๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฉ๐“Š๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ<br>
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'''๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐’น ๐’ฅ๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฉ๐“Š๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ<br>
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'''๐’ฏ๐“‡๐“Š๐“‰๐’ฝโ€™๐“ˆ ๐ต๐“Š๐“‡๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ฏ๐“‡๐“Š๐“‰๐’ฝโ€™๐“ˆ ๐ต๐“Š๐“‡๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ฉ๐‘’๐“๐“‰ ๐ผ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ฉ๐‘’๐“๐“‰ ๐ผ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ช๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ฎ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘…๐‘’๐’น ๐’ฏ๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ช๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ฎ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘…๐‘’๐’น ๐’ฏ๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br><br>
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'''๐‘…๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐ธ๐“Ž๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“€, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐‘…๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐ธ๐“Ž๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“€, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐ผ๐“‰โ€™๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐’ฎ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰''', ๐’ฏ๐’พ๐“๐’ถ๐“Š, ๐’Ÿ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“€ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐ผ๐“‰โ€™๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐’ฎ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰''', ๐’ฏ๐’พ๐“๐’ถ๐“Š, ๐’Ÿ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“€ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ฅ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐“Ž ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฒ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐’พ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ฅ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐“Ž ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฒ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐’พ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐ฟ๐“Š๐“๐“๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐น๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐ฟ๐“Š๐“๐“๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐น๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ž๐‘œ๐“‚๐“…๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ซ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ž๐‘œ๐“‚๐“…๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ซ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’๐“ˆ''', ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br><br>
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'''๐ผ๐“‹๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ž๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‹๐‘’๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ''', ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ, ๐’Ÿ๐’พ๐“‚๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡, ๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฆ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐’ฝ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐ผ๐“‹๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ž๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‹๐‘’๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ''', ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ, ๐’Ÿ๐’พ๐“‚๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡, ๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฆ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐’ฝ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ซ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘”๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ซ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘”๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐น๐’พ๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’œ๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฏ๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ<br>
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'''๐น๐’พ๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’œ๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฏ๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ<br>
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'''๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‚๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‚๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ž๐“‡๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐ผ๐“ƒ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐‘’''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐น๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‡๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’ž๐“‡๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐ผ๐“ƒ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐‘’''', ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐น๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‡๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br><br>
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'''๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“‡๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡''', ๐’ž๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐น๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“‡๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡''', ๐’ž๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐น๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐‘…๐“Š๐’น๐’น๐“Ž๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ''', ๐’ž๐“Š๐’ท, ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ฉ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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'''๐‘…๐“Š๐’น๐’น๐“Ž๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ''', ๐’ž๐“Š๐’ท, ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ฉ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’<br>
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<big>๐•ด๐–™โ€™๐–˜ ๐•ฏ๐–†๐–“๐–Œ๐–Š๐–—๐–”๐–š๐–˜, ๐•ท๐–Š๐–™โ€™๐–˜ ๐•พ๐–•๐–‘๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–€๐–•!</big>
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<big>๐•ด๐–™โ€™๐–˜ ๐•ฏ๐–†๐–“๐–Œ๐–Š๐–—๐–”๐–š๐–˜, ๐•ท๐–Š๐–™โ€™๐–˜ ๐•พ๐–•๐–‘๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–€๐–•!</big>
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* [[A Not So Distant Whistle]]
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* The Tale of a Still Body
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* What's a Substitute for Bread and Beans
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* Seeing Double
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From discerning plans to horrors witnessed, as they all returned from their endeavors. They caught up to Next Iteration just as she had walked beyond the limits of the segment of Spider City and had begun to ascend up a literal mountain of data, towards an enormous building above which looked like a grand stellar observatory.ย  While the walk was not exceptionally difficult, it was a long one, with winding steps to avoid stepping on corrupted data and making people fall.
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From discerning plans to horrors witnessed, as they all returned from their endeavors. They caught up to Next Iteration just as she had walked beyond the limits of the segment of Spider City and had begun to ascend up a literal mountain of data, towards an enormous building above which looked like a grand stellar observatory.ย  While the walk was not exceptionally difficult, it was a long one, with winding steps to avoid stepping on corrupted data and making people fall.
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[[Category:Apocalypse Tales]]

Latest revision as of 00:14, 12 November 2022

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Helios Acts. You must intervene. Prepare in darkness.

Helios will see even through my reflection.
To the Sept of Space Dust six days past the New Moon.
I have made a Way for you.
Prepare, Kin and Cub and All who will hear, or All May End.

~Luna, OverSeaโ€™s Balm


In the southeast corner of Houston, Texas, lies the Armand Bayou Nature Center. Located between the Johnson Space Center and the Bayport Industrial District, this flare of deliberate Wyld in the city is a reminder that even in an urban and technical sprawl there can be nature.

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It was here that a sympathetic path would be created into the UnSeaโ€™s Soul, allowing those who answered OverSeaโ€™s Balmโ€™s call to do what they can to save the world.

The sky was cloudy, overcast to the point of being almost dark as heavy clouds from impending tropical weather did their best to mute the sun. The distant rumble of thunder sounded like a grumbling voice to one's ears, almost words that you could understand but not quite. The wind tugged at our clothes.

As we began to gather, we spotted members of the Sept of Space Dust, doing patrols and keeping an eye on just who comes into the space. The area was rich in local spirits, and they all seemed intent on us and our goals.

Next Iteration, the Glasswalker Tribal Councilor was standing in the communal area of the Sept, waiting as we filtered in, to begin our quest. As per usual, there were introductions, reuniting of brothers and sisters, displays of wealth, as well as the antagonistic remarks when you mix earthblood and sea together.

However, the most important words came from Next Iteration:
"So I take it then you all got Luna's message..." she said with a bit of sarcasm surrounded in a cloak of seriousness but loud enough to be heard by all.

"To say that we are pressed for time would be an understatement. To the best of my knowledge, which is substantial, that notice from Luna arrived in nearly every major gathering location of Gaian's. I suspect the number we have coming here will be in the dozens.

Frankly I would love to sit here and rationalize a plan which covers the infinite number of minutiae involved in an operation this size but frankly, Time is the one resource we will be lackin the most in.

Shortly I will be taking the first wave of arrivals into the Umbra, we have a single core objective, and simply put I won't abide by us being tardy.

We leave in less than 10 minutes.

I will allow some time for questions briefly once we cross, but make them short and sweet. To answer the first few...

One, Yes we have to go now, so no we can't wait. Two, The Umbra and likely through a Realm I know well. If I am right I will give you advice and guidance when we arrive Three, No, Luna is sending us and I think she assumes we'll figure it out as we go, but I have a hunch on what's expected of us.

I do hope everyone is... well as prepared as they can be?"

Questions to clarify were just as vague as OverSeaโ€™s Balmโ€™s message. The group would have to figure it out as they went.

Then there was that hush again that some of us recognized, as everything went still for a moment. The rumble of thunder is the only natural sound. And then a point of pale light spread into a swirling circle, and wider and wider, until the moonbridge opened between us and the waters of the bayou.

On the other side is a shimmering mirage of color, difficult to make out but not unpleasant. A Moon Bridge would normally span across a space as a natural bridge would, but in this case it seems to be only a sliver of a step between the material world and wherever we were meant to go.

Quickly, all entered, then the Moon Bridge slid shut with a noiseless sense of pressure.

As we all looked to see what laid before us, Next Iteration sitting on a rock spoke up.

"Welcome to the CyberRealm."

๐’œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐‘…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡
๐’ช๐“๐’น ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐’ฎ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ, ๐ธ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“‡, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฉ๐“Š๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ
๐’ž๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’, ๐ธ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“‡, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“‡๐’ถ๐“

๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒโ€™๐“ˆ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž, ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“๐’น ๐’ฎ๐‘’๐’ถ, ๐ต๐“‡๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡, ๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ฟ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐’น ๐’ฅ๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ, ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฉ๐“Š๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ
๐ฟ๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐ฟ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ, ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐‘€๐’พ๐’น๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’œ๐’ฟ๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ
๐ฟ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“ ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐“Š๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰, ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐น๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’Ÿ๐‘œ ๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐’ฒ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰, ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’œ๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐’น๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‡๐’น ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ฏ๐“‡๐“Š๐“‰๐’ฝโ€™๐“ˆ ๐ต๐“Š๐“‡๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ฉ๐‘’๐“๐“‰ ๐ผ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ, ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ช๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ฎ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ, ๐’œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘…๐‘’๐’น ๐’ฏ๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’

๐‘…๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐ธ๐“Ž๐‘’๐“ˆ, ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“€, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐ผ๐“‰โ€™๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐’ฎ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰, ๐’ฏ๐’พ๐“๐’ถ๐“Š, ๐’Ÿ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“€ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ฉ๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐‘”๐’พ๐’ถ'๐“ˆ ๐’ข๐“Š๐’พ๐’น๐‘’, ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ฆ๐“Ž๐“๐‘’, ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ฅ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐“Ž ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ, ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฒ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐’พ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐ฟ๐“Š๐“๐“๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ, ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐น๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ž๐‘œ๐“‚๐“…๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ซ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’๐“ˆ, ๐’œ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’

๐ผ๐“‹๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ž๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‹๐‘’๐’น ๐’Ÿ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ, ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ, ๐’Ÿ๐’พ๐“‚๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡, ๐’ฆ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฆ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐’ฝ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ซ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ฒ๐’ถ๐“๐“€๐‘’๐“‡, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘”๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘’๐“…๐“ˆ ๐’ฏ๐‘œ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น๐“ˆ ๐‘…๐‘’๐’น๐‘’๐“‚๐“…๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฏ๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ
๐’ฎ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‚๐’ถ, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ต๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐ฟ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒโ€™๐“ˆ ๐’ข๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฏ๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ
๐’œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐‘”๐‘œ-๐ป๐’ถ๐’น๐’ถ, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ต๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐น๐’พ๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’œ๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฏ๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ
๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‚๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐น๐“Š๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐’ž๐“‡๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐ผ๐“ƒ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐‘’, ๐น๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ, ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘œ๐’น๐‘œ๐“, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ข๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐น๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‡๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’

๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“‡๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡, ๐’ž๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ, ๐‘…๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ, ๐’ข๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐น๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐‘…๐“Š๐’น๐’น๐“Ž๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ, ๐’ž๐“Š๐’ท, ๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ฉ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ž๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’
๐ต๐‘’๐“€๐’ถ๐’ฝ ๐’ฏ. ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡๐“‰, ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“๐“€


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Webs of steel, glass, and circuitry stretched out before them in structures that made up the landscape of the realm. They arenโ€™t natural landscapes but seem to be a copy of it, drawn by an AI art generator. There was no sense of Wyld there, but neither was it still. Swirling light and clean lines gave the sense of constant motion. Perhaps itโ€™s where they were standing, or just the way perspective worked there, but that motion was a forward one. It urged them all onward, down the smooth road on which they stood.

In the near distance through sloping platinum mountains and glittering glass trees they saw the spires of what must be an immense city. They gleamed in the umbral light, shimmering like a mirage one moment and a neon dream the next.

As they took the road, the city that was distant came into view.

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Spider City is everything a city could be, and everything it actually is. Apparently designed by madmen and visionaries, the structures rose up at impossible angles and with breathtaking artistry. It shimmered even as they got closer, with light and reflection and ever moving transportation. The flying cars we were promised are there, along with airships and flights of mechanical birds and small insect-like transports. It was impressive, and beautiful in a kind of surreal technological marvel way. At the top, at least.

As with most cities, once you got down below the glitter, you got the grime. The lower area of Spider City existed in a darker miasma of fading, just out of date technology and misplaced dreams. There were layers to this place, and the lower ones are where technology stalls out. What doesnโ€™t go up must come down, after all. There was a kind of haze that started there, and one could almost make out an even deeper area between shifts of the incandescent light from above.

The city went on foreverโ€ฆ in a quite literal sense. They were at the thin edges of it, but for as far as they could see to the horizon the city existed, faded into a blur of twinkling stars.

๐•ด๐–™โ€™๐–˜ ๐•ฏ๐–†๐–“๐–Œ๐–Š๐–—๐–”๐–š๐–˜, ๐•ท๐–Š๐–™โ€™๐–˜ ๐•พ๐–•๐–‘๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–€๐–•!

From discerning plans to horrors witnessed, as they all returned from their endeavors. They caught up to Next Iteration just as she had walked beyond the limits of the segment of Spider City and had begun to ascend up a literal mountain of data, towards an enormous building above which looked like a grand stellar observatory. While the walk was not exceptionally difficult, it was a long one, with winding steps to avoid stepping on corrupted data and making people fall.


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The sound of exquisite flute music is the gentle prelude to the story that unfolds. One feels as if they have joined the story at a distinct next chapter. When the packs of noble werefolk, hearty adventurers and distinct ragamuffins climb up the mountain of tech and cyber gear to an immense observatory, the music steps up in melody and tempo as it sounds as if many are climbing up a hill or a mountain. A delicately chaotic melody fills the listenerโ€™s ear. For long seconds this goes on as the flute music overtakes whatever is going on. Drawing the attention of the listener to understanding what beauty is in the stars, in the universe. Helios and the planets, the stars beyond. A million worlds filled with Incarna and power.

Within the observatory were a small group of entities who designated themselves as Hubble, Keppler and Webb among others who were distinctly Weaver Spirits. The melody playing gives one the impression of the vastness and yet hope of deep space. The wonder and terror that can be felt all in the same breath when one sits and ponders the extreme sense of . . . insignificance. Questions volleyed back and forth between the curators of the observatory and those who had undertaken this life-or-death mission; not that they understood that when they set out hours earlier to explore. More notes are played that bring on a wave of sheer terror.

The fear is replaced with hope as ideas are shared and thatโ€™s echoed in the song being crafted. Big personalities matched with even larger Incarna debated and concluded. A soft lullaby of hope begins, one that is called Hubbleโ€™s Sacrifice. It begins sad and poignant and melds into promise and resolute sacrifice over the course of its entirety. The group all agreed and a long series of intricate playing as one feels as if they are snapped away and placed in the middle of vast --- hot, nothing. A sense of waiting to know if the other team won or lost. . . Minutes tick slowly as the song rolls by and trills of notes to represent calls being made home, families reunited. Helios would live and the melodic story concludes along with the distinct understanding that Destiny was changed.

๐น๐’พ๐“ƒ.



๐’ช๐’ช๐’ž ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ:
Erin S. - ANST, realm descriptions and Storytelling
Krista W. - player of Aisling โ€œLullaby Loresโ€ Oโ€™Sullivan
Aaron H. - player of Jasion Garland โ€œTruth's Burdenโ€
Lex R. - player of Ivory Carved Death

And

To all the players who took part in the event, sharing their stories of their quests and contributing to a fantastic story and game that could be shared.