─︎𝖨 🌑ꞌꞋ 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍,
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖲𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖲𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.