'ᴅᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ꜱʜᴏʀᴇꜱ?
ɪꜰ ꜱᴏ, ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ.'
𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑.
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙:
𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚘𝚢
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜
𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜
𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝟸𝟽 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥
