.̷̡̢̪̹̰̲̺̗̙̼͕̓͘͝ͅ
.̸̫̯̤̞̲̖͕̎͛͊̄̈͋̆͛͜.̶̢̧̭̩̦̹̺͍̫͇̮̹̫̍̉̉͒̌̌̏͝͠Y̸̧̢̛͙̙̗̱͕̪͉̰̐̓͊̾̈́͆/̸̛̱̯͖̞̦͎̺̰̣͙̘̖̣́͂̅̌̾̉̎̂͋̑̕n̴͖͉̰̭̮̟̿͆̓̑̆̈̚͜͠?̷̧̜̞̞͓͉̜͇͉̯̊̆̈́͋͒̅͘A large white void corrupted you, every direction having a large absence of texture and dark shades. The emptiness wasn't as welcoming as a dark one, It felt so alone, so suffocating. The non-existent walls around you seem to box you in and crush you absolutely depriving you of all your senses.
Y̸̡̹̫̬̻̟͖͎̰͉̻̆̑̔͒̑̏̐̍͗̊͊͗/̶̛̫͖͎̻̟̺̯͚̹̦͙͓̓̈̾̄͛͗͒̉̈́̚͝͝͝ń̸̳̞̘̭̬̬̬̜̹̜̄̾̅̂̌̊̕͜͠.̵͖̦͙͙̆̉̊̅̈̈́̈́̒́͘͝.̶̨̈́
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̵̤͖̬̲̰̼͚̜͊͌͌͂̑͑̿͂͝͠.̵̛̤̼̼̓̽̉͐̍̀́̽̑̓̂̊̂.̸̘͎̳͓̱̪̲͔̙̼̿͂.̵̢͕͕̜̩͂̏̓͑̊̋͑̕i̴̼̼̠̥̥̪̊͒́̆̑̚͝͝s̵̳͔͔͙̫̻̣̞̹̲̺͑̍͋͂̾̊̾̔̽͝ͅ ̴͔̅̍̊͛͑͑̀̋͑̀͂̓̌t̴̨͉̹̦͉͖͖̜͙͓͌̀̒͐̄̉̍͊̋̀́̀͘͜͝h̴͈͂̔͊͌̀̕ą̸̺̳͔͔̟͕̤̬̀̾͌͛͗̇̃̕ţ̷̨͎̥̙̲̹̪̀̾͐̓̍͌̌̕͝͠
.̴̛̹̣͙͇̬̣̳̝̼̭̦͌̈̅̈́͂͛̈́͐̚͜͝ͅŕ̵̢̯̰̤͎̠̽̑̓͌͗̃́̕ḛ̴̻̰̙͇̟̇̄̿̈́̃̀̈̃̚̚͝͝a̶̛̫̠̰̮̬̫͐̆͛͒̍̾͘͘͝͝͝l̵̢̹̩̙̤̭̭͕̳̜̞̳̄̊̿̅͗̅͜ͅl̴̨̧̼̱̟̼̮̥̓̐ͅỷ̷̤̯̥̌̔̑͂̀̅̚ ̵̨̨͖̣͙̥͉̹͎̤̦̮̫̂́̾̏ͅy̷̢̧̛̮͓̦͔̩̙̦̰̼̋̑͐̓̿̕͝͝o̶̢̜̓͘ư̴͚͖̘̹̪͇̮̮̍̏̀͐̑̿́͗̎̍̄̀͝͝?̴̮͖͚̍̑ͅ
You turned around to see the blurred out face of a boy but every texture was missing. He was deprived of everything, he look hollow and blank. Just like a blank canvas. Nothing there but white void giving him outline. The boys arms were held out in a welcoming manner like he was half expecting you to run to him. You didn't. You just stared. He faltered a bit and retracted his arms.
Ơ̸̟͒̀̔̉́͆͛͑͊̏̍h̷͇͎͍͓͓̞̓̿̀́̾́͆͊̚̕̕͝.̵̨̡̠̻̙̞̰̤̳͖̠̝̝̟̤͊̈́̂̓͑̿͠.̷̭̗͒̑̄̈́̀̀̽̒͛
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̵̘̠̙̽̃̈́̊͂͆̊͂́͘͠Á̴̢̢͕̯̭͕͇̩͒̃r̵̡̛͎̭͇̦͕͙͑̽̌̀͒̒́̌͌̀͝ê̶̬͇̓̓͋̉͛̍̕͘͠͝ ̵̢̯̰̙͙̖͕͈͔̉͛̒̀̽͘͝ͅy̵̜̟͚̼̞̿͗̈́͛̎̎̕ǫ̶̭̗̝̭̬̣̭͔̩̊̄̐̐̔̈̔̀͌͛̎̃͘ṳ̶̬̗̙͒͗̕ ̸͔͙͉̟̳̠͚̫̥̱̘̽̋̽̔́ͅͅo̴̧̗͕̬̾̏̃͘͘k̸͓͎͖̓̎a̶̛̱͊̓̊͌͒͗̈̊̿̆ỷ̶̡̛͍͎͚̺̬̞͉̞͔̹̾́̈́̈̚͝?̴̵̡̛̟̦̟͕̩̙͔͍̠̦̜̥̝́͛̀̏
̵̭͖͗̅Y̷̟̳̜̞͉͕̦͇̼͆ͅo̵̢̅̒̽̋̔̈́̔͘̚̚͠u̶̧̇̿̌̾̃̍̃̍̑͗̀̚̕͝ ̴̗̬̦̈́́ļ̶̯̥̘͕̀͒̽̿̏̍̾̉͊͘͝ͅͅo̸̡͉͔̠̞̝̬̪̤̓̏̾̑͝o̴̧̗̣̺̔̌̂̾͗͆͂̚͘k̷̦̘̹̲͍̬̱͒͑̑̕ ̵̼͚͎̗͇̉̏̊̃̈̌̀͝ͅp̷̧̡̮̯̯͓̣͈̘̈́̋͆̒͛̎̆̋̕͘͜͝a̴͔͎̣̲͈̼͎͍̍͛̽̽͛͆̈́̾̕ḽ̶̬̫̦̱̩̑͛̋̔e̸̢̺͛̒͌̈̎̃̇.̷̞̖̗̰͎̺̲͇̿̆̾̄̓̀̋̅͒̆̚͠.̶̙̣͈̍̒͐̏̉̔͗͊̃̆̊̊̈́̐..̸̢͚͕͕͙͎͈̠̈́͛̍́
̴̛͇̫̦̓̿̽̽̋̃̀̏̔̋̀̂̚͝P̷͉̫͖̝̟̻͙̱̀́͛̂̈́̅̆̎̎͑͜͜l̵̛̥̜̲̤͓͔̲̫̼̞͉̲͕̦̔̈̽̈̚͜e̴̦̿̋a̵̟͚͈̣͈͈͙͙͔̻̓̈́͜s̷͚̬͂͒e̸̛̼͈̹͚̠̙̭̪̭̟̼̩͔̹̝͐̐̔̌̔̄̅̆̾̈́ ̶̤̩͆̂̓͆͆͋̑s̷̞̜̘̾͐̊͗̇̂͆͐͛̐̏̉̀̾͠a̸̻̺̋̿͝ẏ̶̡̭̪̅͒̅̆͊̓̏̒͜͠ ̶̢̢̧̺̭̗̳̝̦̍̄͛s̸̺̰̾̅̈́̂͛̏͝o̷̧̥̪͇̖͈͛̀͌̃m̵̧̖̥͎̞̞̞͇̻͍̔̀̈́͛̀̽͂̊̀̐͆͠͠ͅͅé̴̡̨̝̦̩̠̈́̽t̸̨̡̛̺̣͔̞̞̍̎͒͌͋͐̍͝ͅh̴̥̖͂͋̌̈̍̈́̍͗̅̍͠ĩ̴̧͓̦̯͚͑̌̀̆͋́̂̋n̶̰̘̳͎͍͉͚̔̔̄̉̄g̸̗̗͕̗̈͆̽̾̄.̷̡͍̣̃̎̐͋͋̿̏͛̌͘͜͝.̴̢̡͙̠̖̙́̒͆͋͛͂̀͌̄̈̈́̕
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