! ━ ⚖️ׁ ₊｡⁠ *  𝗧𝗵𝗲 ⭒ 𝗗𝗲𝘁𝕖͟𝕔͟𝕥͟𝕚͟𝕧͟𝕖͟  ⋰  Oh, 𝐌͟𝐬. Believer, my pretty weeper. Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops. Please, take my hand, we're in foreign land. As we travel through snow.  𓈀  ¹ - 𝙽͟𝙴͟𝚆͟ 𝚈͟𝙾͟𝚁͟𝙺⠰ 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧.