𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈
"𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒."
Mature
"𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒."