𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡.
𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙.
ᗯᕼEᑎ YOᑌ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ, YOᑌ ᗷEᑕOᗰE ᕼᗩᑭᑭY. ᗯᕼEᑎ YOᑌ ᗩᗯᗩKE, YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ ᕼOᑭE YOᑌᖇ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰᔕ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᖇETᑌᖇᑎ TOᗰOᖇᖇOᗯ.
ᴼⁿˡʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶠⁱˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ.
˜"*°•.˜"*°• "A black soul and a golden soul, intertwined." That's a nightmare turned into a dream. •°*"˜.•°*"˜
Dσɳ'ƚ ƈσɳƚɾσʅ ყσυɾ ԃɾҽαɱʂ- ʅιʋҽ ƚԋҽɱ. Lσʋҽ ƚԋҽɱ. Uɳԃҽɾʂƚαɳԃ ƚԋҽɱ.