𝖟☾︎_~~_☽︎𝖟 𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑮𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑻 ❤︎ It was a stormy night in Piedmont, the trees begging for sunlight as the hazy fog cascades along the sleek horizon, translucent driplets of rain pouring from the clouds. Dipper was noting in his newly made journal: a beautifully strapped leather book, embroidered with an aquamarine metal in the shape of a pinetree. All was peaceful and well, until something happened. The world shifted and crumbled apon Dipper's gaze, as it halted to a stop and all Dipper could see was a blurry yellow outline of a triangle. "Hello.. 𝕻𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊."