Orbs & These things called emotions

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𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴... 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬... 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥...

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘰𝘹𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘻𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘻 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵... 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴.

𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱, 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘺, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴...🤤.

𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 ... 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘕𝘳𝘪𝘊𝘦𝘠 𝘓𝘰𝘊𝘬𝘚... 𝘭𝘰𝘭

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯... 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘦... 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴, 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦...? 𝘒𝘰𝘶. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘱.. 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘒𝘰𝘶'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘶'𝘴.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩... 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘱. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘨𝘭. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢... 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮... 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘱.

𝘉𝘶𝘵... 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧...?

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘺 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴, 𝘪 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵.

𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘒𝘰𝘶'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴.

𝘖𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

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