Chapter 25 - ⱤɆĐ₳₵₮ɆĐ

ℐ'𝓋ℯ ℊℴ𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝒷ℯ𝓇𝓇𝓎-𝒸ℴ𝓁ℴ𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓈𝓀𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓁𝒾𝒹𝓈,

𝒮ℯ𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒶 𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈.

ł 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ ɎØɄⱤ ⱤɆ₳Ⱡł₮Ɏ ł₦ ⱠØVɆ ₳₦Đ ØⱤ₵ⱧłĐ₴,

But the E̛͕̙̳̝̞̰͓̖̰͑̃ͤ͆͋͗͛̇͠ņ̤̔́ͮͤͨ̈͝_̷̷̴̢͉̘͔̗̼̂̑̀ͮ̽̂͗̃́ͭ̎ͭ̀̕͝g͙̪͕͖ͪͤ̀̉̉́̚͟͜ï͙͚͚̞͉͕̜͕̘̳̎͂̊̆ͪ͒͆̏̀̂ͪͤ͋ǹ̶̟͙̰͉̳̟̱͕͙̖̌̒͗ͥͪͧͭ̐̑͜͢͢e̶̶̢̛͇̖̱̠̻̦̟̞̬̮̱̗̬̹̺͍͎͋̑̀́̏̂͒̓̂̿̾̋̎̓̀̽͊̾̇ͩ̿͘͡͝'̛̛̖͕̳̪̟̙̤͔̝̝̄ͥ̑̈̏͊͐ͩͩ̀͗̚͜͜_s̸̢̛̜͔̟͇̙͔̲̈́ͩ̆̐̽̈̌̉́̉̌̊ͮ͜ h̸̡̝̘͓͖̓̇͋ͨͩ̆u̧͎̠̫̭̾̒́ͥ͗͑̊̾́͑ͩ͆ͬṁ̬͚͖͔̿̐̿͊͗'̴͙͑͑ͯș̶̨̛̗̳̤̥͉̭̦̀̿̍͋̊̏̏̚͘͟͝_͎̲̘͖̹̟̻̙̔́ͩ̿̋ͯͭ͆͐̍̚͢͜͝͡͡ what I dress.

We're flickering saints on a prismatic TV screen,

Dancing in fields that's mulberry red.

ł ₣ⱤɆɆⱫɆ ₮ł₥Ɇ, ₳₦Đ ł'VɆ ₳ⱠⱤɆ₳ĐɎ ₴ɆɆ₦,

ℐ'𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓈ℯℯ𝓃—

How this h̥̠̙̳͎̯͚e̢̨̞͖̗͒̏̈́͂͆͠al̵̨͓̿̐̈́ͪs_.

How this ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈.

You say we're infinite, and baby, I've counted the cracks.

In every timeline where your love don't make it back.

The É̶̴̶̺͓̻́ͫ͒ͬͭͥ͛n̨̬̬̣͎̦̫̗̞͚ͥͪ͆̌͒ͣ̌̀͗̚͟ģ̷̨̲̟̜̞̼ͩ̒͗ͥ͑ͥ̋̄͆͘̚̕͜͞į͙͙͉̲͓̜̭͙̍͌̉̇̈́͌̾ͭ͂͌̾̎̆ͮͩn̴̛͉͓͖ͬ̔̓͠͠e̡̲̼̲̫̜̬̩̳̖̝͍͇̣͖̎͛͛̉ͬ̃̈́̄ͦ̍ͬ̔̑ͤ̇́'̹̝̮͊̏͆̂͗͟͜͡ş̵̢̡͎̙̦̘̰͙̣̤͚͕̥̱͈̪͖̗̦̝͐̈ͪ͋̐̀͛̐̆̐ͥ̂̃͋́ͮͥͦ͠͠͞ got a taste for my name—

₳₦Đ ł₮'₴ ⱧɄ₥₥ł₦₲ ₥Ɏ ₣₳₵Ɇ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₳ ฿ⱤØ₭Ɇ₦-ĐØ₩₦ ₮Ɽ₳ł₦.

For the En͙̓ͯͦ̄̕͠ģ̢͉̦̪̍ͫ̓́ͫͦͥͮ̊̅͊ͦ͐͢i͢n͖͈̠͍͓̣͖̰̤̻̭͐̄̽ͦ͟͠ͅe̴̡̯̤̳̤͕̜͔̱͖̼̘̗̠̘͛̾̓̔͌ͦ͂̄̒ͦ̓̆̄ͫͧ̂ͬ͒͑̚͟ͅ'̸̗̦̃̄̑̉̂ͯͅ_̛̱͎̭̭͎̩̫͉̳̘̣̀̑ͫ̋̿ͥ̆̌͐̌ͥ́ͥ̉̈́͂̈́͛ͤͯ̀̕̕ş̸̷̷̛̞̰̹̼̠̞͖̣͈̦̰͓̺̅͒͊͋͛͛͋ͩͫ̐̔̃̎͛̋̈́̄̈̓̌͗̃̔̍͢͝͡ got a ฿ⱠØØ₥₴₮₳Ɽ₥ɆⱤ₵ɎⱠɄⱠⱠ₳฿Ɏ,

I'm the bloom in the machine, and you're the why.

I bite through timelines, but they never mend,

So kiss me like we were forgiven today.

ℬ𝓁ℴℴ𝓂𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇, ℳℯ𝓇𝒸𝓎 ℒ𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓎—

The Ɇ₦₲ł₦Ɇ'₴ got my fingerprints, and I know why.

You're the spark in the spring, I'm the s̸̸̛͔̪̤̟̬̰̼͈ͤ̎̑ͯͧ͘t̷̷̷̶̡̫̳̤͙̤͈̩̗̤̗̦̤̗ͧ̓̊̀̉͛̓̄̿̄͒̂̀̚̕͘͞͠ȃ͔̈́͞tͥ̂ȉ̛̗̪͉́̑̀̈́̿͋̉̓ͧ̋̈́c̵̸̷̥̖̗͇̱̖͓̱̼̮͓̟̆̎̔̋̾ͤ̐ͥ͊̃̂̃̇́̄̿ͪͧͫ̔͗͛͗ͨ͂͋͟͟͞ͅ in the noise,

Keep me asleep while the blossom destroys the noise.

ℬ𝓁ℴℴ𝓂𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇, ℳℯ𝓇𝒸𝓎 ℒ𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓎—

𝒦ℯℯ𝓅 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈𝓁ℯℯ𝓅 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓂 𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝒾𝓈ℯ—

tͧhe̦ n̄o͘͠iͨṡe̶̓

t̼̺ͦ̋ͩͭ͊ͅh̸̷̖̰͓̻͙̻̯̣̲͉̰̿̀̔ͭ́ͯ̐ͬ̊̈́ͮͨͭ͐͌̂̎ͬ̇̈͆ͦ͢͡_̬̝ͬ̿ȩ̴̧̨͈̳̙̗̮͖̤̇̍̿ͬͨͬ̒͆ͯ̔ͩ̌́͒̑͋̏͠͠ n̺͈͔̓o̴̶̧̮̰̗̼̠̗͕͕̞̭̝̓ͪͭ̑̂̌ͣͩ́ͧͦ͑̕͞͡í̷̗̳̭̗̈̈ͩͭ̆̓͟s̪ͤͩ_̶̡̨̨̛̥̯̱̟̝̖̙͈̪͍ͥ̍͐ͮͩ͒̓͋̌͒̏̚͘͢͢ḙ̫̭̦̻̠̊͆͆ͤ̂͢

You ₴₮ł₮₵Ⱨ me back with sunlit promises,

But I'm unraveling at the ş̡̞̦͙͕̣͉̭̠̫̝̘̠̩͔̱̮̩̔͋̿ͤͣͩ̃͌ͩ̓ͨ̏̌̆̃̓̐͒̀ͫ͐͗̏͌͛̚͠͠e̛̠̲̽͞͞_ą̵̸̴̹͔̝͉̗͐̀̇̓̅̅ͤ͗́̔ͤ̈́̎̾ͬͤ̚͟͡͝m̷̗̭̥͖͉̱̠͐͂̃̓̂̏̆̅̓̒̆͒͡s̨̤̦͚̲̳͆͛͋̽ͣ̊̏̿̑͊͒̾̽̕͞.

Your love is a sweet, fragrant poison in my dreams, in my dreams—

𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈,

in my dreams.

ł ⱤɆ₩Ɽł₮Ɇ ₣₳₮Ɇ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₳ ₱ØⱠł₴ⱧɆĐ-Ʉ₱ ₵₳₴₴Ɇ₮₮Ɇ,

But the Ɇ₦₲ł₦Ɇ doesn't play pretend.

ℐ𝓉'𝓈 ℊℴ𝓉 𝒶 𝒫ℛℐℳℰ 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 ℬ𝓁ℴℴ𝓂𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈—

₳₦Đ ł'₥ ₮ⱧɆ ฿Ɇ₲ł₦₦ł₦₲ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ℯ𝒹𝒾𝓉𝓈 ₮ⱧɆ Ɇ₦Đ.

ł ⱧɆ₳Ɽ ₮ⱧɆ ⱧɄ₥ ₩ⱧɆⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ Ɇ₦₲ł₦Ɇ ₩₳ł₮₴,

ℐ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 ℐ'𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝒻𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓉—

ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓁ℯℯ𝓅,

𝒜𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓁ℯℯ𝓅—

ł₦ ₥Ɏ ₴ⱠɆɆ₱

𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓁ℯℯ𝓅