Expedition Report: V. 191 Shadows in the Dark

The portal opened with a snap, the light winking out with is clack back out of reality. Strange this place, we read that this was solid planet. An old mining world that had been hollowed out eons ago, used almost exclusively for weapons testing in the later portions of the War. What we landed on was what we were expecting, ash. When she had burned away everything from them, we knew that there would be many planets that be nothing more than The Burned.   We too knew that it was risk to be outside the protections of the Wyld. First tentative steps into a world we had abandoned, we would never again make the same mistakes. Learn from those who bested us, take their example. A model to follow. Learn everything about them, what they are capable of, learn what losses were acceptable, learn where it would hurt. Everything they did to us, we would return the favor. We collected samples of the ash that covered this place, taking seismic readings. F̷̶̴̧̛̝͇̠͓̳̼̺̖͓͚̲̻͍̰̟̿̌̊̎̈͊̇ͩ̽̃̑ͬͫ͌̄̂̐̕͢͢͠͠ͅi_̸̢̧̗͎̝̠̫̼͔̗̝̙̱͖͖͓͌̃̍̾̋̈́̂̊̎̀ͪ̎̓̏̒̀͗͟ṇ̵̸̶̡͉͍̗̠̺̻̔̾̈̈́͒̀̂̓̐̀ͯ̂͌ͦ͌̎̓̚͡͝d͖̝̞̮̪̊̄ͨͩ͡ì̳̝͚̥͚̲̈́n̵̢̛͈̟̦̟͉̮̒ͤ͐̓̈́ͮ̒͋̏͜͟͞͞͝g̠̏̓ͭ͒̀ͯ͜͜ m̡̺̤̰̤̦͚͔ͮ̒̎ͥͫ̍̐̓̏ͭ̉͛̀͘͟͠ͅǭ̧̧̻͙͎̩͕̘̼͔̳̖̯͎̌ͤ͂ͣ̌͂͛̍̕͟͞͝r̴̵̵̷̷̨̢̹̬̘̝̗̱̬̻͉͓̪̞̱̯̩̯͋̑ͥ̆ͨ̉̾ͪ̌ͫ̐ͨͪ͛ͮͦͦ̋͢͟͡͝ę̸͇͍͔̣̓̍ ă̴̪͢_̵̛̻̼̗͇̯̯͉ͭ̊̊̒ͣ̏̂ͫ̔͐͑̏ͤͯ͘͡b̩̐ͦ̈o̘͖̙̟̣͒́̿̿͐͞u̡̡̬͚͚͔͕̯̺̠͎̗̫͓͓̘̟̽̄̆̈́ͧ͗̎͊̍͋̂͋ͩ̀̋͂́̅̉͟͝͠͞t̵̴̢̝̭̗͚̬̺̯̗̥͖̭͉͔̱̝̜̋͊̿̇ͭͣͫ̓́ͮ͒̈̽̒͘͞͞͝ t̵̛̥̮̪̙̪̹͇͖͔̜̠ͧ͗ͫ̃̊͊̅͌̋͛ͩͬ̓̀̽͗̌͂͘̚͢ͅͅh̢̛̥̼͔͙̉ͩ͂͂͑͆̍̈́ͅ_̬́͝ͅ_̛̻̟̣͇̥͖̥̭ͦ̈ͭͤ̎͋̔ͣ͠͞e_̵̸̶̣͔̝̣͉͙̭̥̥̻͓̙̳̬̰͈̊̄̓͂͑ͤ̔́ͭ̇ͮ͑̂͘̕͟ e̞͙̪̻͎ͯ̾̆́͒ͦ͑ͧ̀ͩ͡x̹͉͇͗̂t̸̴͇̪͓̮̟̓ͯͩͪ͒̐̉̄͆͠_̷̰̪͈̜̥̩̲̠͓̪ͫ̿̽̇̓̊̍͊ͧ͝e͖͔͍͎̱̭̠͇̜̬̬͚͓̮̥͙̯ͫ̓ͤ͌́ͮͨ͂͒̒̔̽͜͢n̨̧̨̛̯̻̦̞̮̫͔͇̥̝̼̫͚͇͂ͬ͊͑̌̍͊ͪ̓̋ͨͦ̀̅ͣ̕͟͠͝ṭ̶̡̘̇͂͛ͩͤ̂̇̑ͅ_͚͚̓ ť̵̸̠̲̝̘̟ͣ͑̐̊͝_͉͓͖ͦ͌o̗̦͚͂̊̌̂͑̕͡ t̊̕͞h̷̫̜̩̖͈͎͕̝̥̙̎̄̊ͤ͋̉́͌ͭ̚_̷̖͌ͯͫe̵̢̢̺̘̬̫̝̙̤͔͉͐̃͂ͬ͐̑͗̈͂́̐̔͢͢͠͞ d̸̛͙̩͇̩́̃̈́̌̾̑͒̕̚_̨̦̤͔̋̊̒ͧ͛̓͂̂͌̒ͧ͐́̊ă͙̑m̷̝̥̘̬̘̟̓̓̔ͩ̔ͯ̀ͤ́͑̈̽a̵̵̷̶̧̛̛̬̱̞̘͕̳̮̭̮̝̮̩͇̩̲ͧ̎̉̈́̆ͩͤ̂́ͥ̃̿̑́ͦ̿ͨ̀̉͌̓͟g̛̯̬̞̽̎ͪ̋̏͌̊̍̓͆͐̀̏͊̐͜͢͟͠͞͡ȩ̸̴̶̡̦̩̝̻̪͖̝̮͉̥̠̝͋̌͂̔̅̋ͤ̃ͩ̀ͦ̓̊ͯ́ͮ̚͘͢͝ͅ c̛̪͑͊ả̢̹̭͌̓͊͗ͯ̀͋́u̶̸̗̮̘͕̜̘̪̗̒ͥ̈̀̈́̾̀̏ͪ̌ͦͪͫ͛̕͟͜͠s͈͍̼̹̭̖͛ͯ̃ͬͬ̕e͓̖͚̋̉͐͢͝,̧̡̢͔̰͔̠̦̝͍̘̾ͥ́̄ͫ̀ͯͬ̾̽ͭ̿̊̑̂ͤͩ́̚͘͟͟ͅ w̡̤̱̯͛ͧ͋̏ͬ_̸̷̵͎̫̥̩͓̣̘̲̓̂̐ͧ̉͜ò̢̜̹̫̻͌͋ͯ̆ͪ̋ͫͅu̸̧͍̞̼̳̪̰̬̍͋ͣ͗̍̾ͫ̔̿͛ͥͤͦ̋̑̊ͬ͜͢͜ͅ_̡̧͍̐̄̿ͮ̉͡l̷̢̢͙̙̩͔̗͙̮͇͓̦͉̯̙ͣͬ̀̂̌̑͗̋̽̀̇̂̽̔́͌̚̕͟d̸̶̸̡͉̳͉̬̙͔̞̭̟̙̜̗ͪͯ͌ͨͨͫ́͌ͬ́̇̚ ơ̵̡̬̝̰̺ͮ̑͆͐̀̈̋ͤ̀̕͠n̷͓͎̯̫̊̽ͩͭͣ͗͑ͫ̏͒̕͡ly aid our cause. But, the further out we ventured from our starting point, the stranger this place had become.   Wicked shaped of warped glass, we surmised that great tempests rose from the fury of her last act. Only now we were not as sure of the contents of this planet. Readings coming back as a lithographic amalgam, of what we were unsure. Only hours into this expedition and one of the team had gone missing. Their comms signature disappearing in the dark, no ID registry, no nothing. No GPS information, no last known location. It was as if they ceased to exist, we called an emergency beckon back to the Elsewhere.   Regrouping, ą̶̮̦̝̝̯͓̹̙̯̰̝̖̇ͪͯ̄́̋ͬ̅̾̒͂̽̅͊̃͜͢ͅĺ̷̻͕̬͈̟̻̺̯̦̩͗̆͋̈ͨ̄͞͝ͅà̶̢̭͈̭̣̠̔ͬ̎ͧ̀́̑͋͗ͣ͗̌͜͞r̶̸̛̠̯̙̩͖̞̗͍̮̭̞̟̙͊̀̎̈ͨ̊ͫͥ͌̀̎̌ͦ̔͢m̸̸̩̞̜͔͕̘̳̤̼͔͕̩̖̙̆̿ͨͦ͒ͬ̿̐͗́ͮ͐̾͑͜͜͜s̨̨̬̲͓̹̘̟͂_̶̡̝̇͑ͫ̽̏̕_̝̫̹̯̘͚̑̂̉͛͋͝͞ s̶̙̭̦͙̮̗̖̼͇̺̞̣͖͐͋̊̓͒ͪ͂̋́͋ͪͤͫͭ͑̑ͭͤ̉ͣ͐́̍͛̇̾ͭ͟͠͠͠ơ̷̧̨̭̬͔̳͓͖͔͔͍̼̮̥͕̱̣̏̽̍̂ͨ̀̄̽́̃ͪ́ͦ̆͐̄̄̄̚̚̕̕͟u̧̢̞̱̮͎͔̤͓̳̻͇͆̊̽ͪ̏ͧ̓͂ͩͫ̌͋͂ͩ̚̕͞͠n̛̗͔̰͙͇̭̯̺̟̘͓͓̮̰͓̖̬̓ͩ̈̋̾̃͌̀ͫ͐͐ͯ̾͟͢͝͝͠͝d̵̴̨̛͇̱͕͙͓̳̳̲̣͚̩͉̘ͨ̀̑ͯͧͮ͂̀ͥ̐̈́ͦͭ̏̃͘͟͞i̵̸̸̳͚̪̱͍̹̰̩̝͔͔͔̬̟̪̤̗͕͛̃̈̆̀͆ͭ́̀̂ͩͩ̈ͯ̇ͫͧ̎͂̉̾͟n̶̹̻̺̤̫ͫ̄̈̆͆͠͠g̶̸̶̵̜͈͓̲͎̻̩͔͚͉̣̣̤̻͚̦̖ͥ̇ͩ͊ͥ͐̀ͯ̑ͩ́̃̿ͪ̓̕͟͝͞͠͠͠ͅ o̵̵̱̹̖̜͙̟̘͆̋̀ͪ͋̓͆͐͜f͓̲ͧ̍̐ͅ M̴̢̝͈͓̗̳̓ͮ̓ͦ̑͗̆̅͞_̶̷̰͚͎̰̟ͧͫ̑̒̌͝i̶̜̮͒̏ͭ͒ͬͨ́͘͟͡a̵̸͔̲̹̝̗̩̜͐̉̏ͭ̓ͥͫ̓͊ͪͪ̄̌ͨ̀ͪ̅͜͡͞ͅͅs̷̷̵̸̨̜̝͙̜̬̏̽͗̽͐͊ͭ̎͆̒̊̋̈͞͡m̮̙̫͖̳͖̼͛̋̐͝ą̴̳͙̦͉͎͂̈́͌̾ͥ̉͒̽̏̂ͬ̚͠_̷̧̻̟̻̗̮͑͊ͨ̆ͦͥ̊͐̕͠_̧̪̙̳͐̄̓̐ a̧̨͍̼͙̥̹ͯͬ͆̂̓̍̈́͛̈́ͩ̏͘̕͢n͆d͎̦̑̓̒̈ͤ͢ ǫ̵̸̶̧̢̖͇̬̼̝̲̣̼̠̎ͭͪ̏̅ͨ͌̓͢͝ͅͅr̨̭̜͎ͤ̓̑̓ͤͥ́̎͠b̴̢̝͎̮̰͔̣͑ͩ̄̐̐ͥ́̆͑͛̇̅̿͐ͩ̚̕͘͟_͔ͬͥ_̨̤̭̫̜̩̽͋i̢̥̲̩̳̩̝͍̩̼̻͇͖͔̝̙̫̅̇ͧ̈́̆ͩ̃ͬͤ̃̅ͯͦͥͬ̊t̪̣̗̯̝̟̤̳̺͋̆̌̊̌͊͘̕ą̵̶̷̛̠̺̦̹͕̝̰͖͙̪͕̘̰̫̍ͦ͑̎̌ͦ̒̃̆́ͫ͋̈͐̓̏̎ͯ͘͠͠ͅlͭ ṱ̬̝̩̣̭̽̑͆͞h̨̠͉̩͈̠̪́́̉̆̓̌͛̽̎̀̂ͬ̀͌̉̔̽̅̎̚̕̚͟͜͠r̡̞̳̲̱̥̗̟̬̤̤͇̬̮͇̽͋ͮͪͣ̂̇̎̔́͑̀ͧͥ̄̈́ͭ̀͢͠͡e̶̡̯̩͇͎̰̤̣̊͐ͥ̾ͩͭͦ͛͂͑̔ͨ͝_̱͈̱͇̪͖̰̄̉ͣ́ͥ͢ͅͅ_͙̳̠̗̭̓ͪͅa̸̶̢̛̝̝̪͎̮̞̫̣͉͖̳ͧ̂̓̓ͭ́͌̂̓̎̒ͧ̓ͩ͋ͦͨ͌̀̎̀͋̄̔̕̕͟͢͝͝ẗ̨̳͍̌̏̅̄͠ͅs̴̷̡͇̳̝̝̗̬̘ͧ̈́ͫͨ̿́̃͌ͬ̕̚͟͝ i̺̮͕͕̝̞͓̗̼̦̩ͧ̾ͭ̔͊͐ͬ͋̆̆ͭ́̕͝͞ͅn̸̵̢̯̓ͩͫ͒ͨ̃ͮ͘͞ ṯ͍̈́h̞̺͚̯ͣͨͬͧ̀͐̃ͫ̒̃̚͟͠͠ï̢͙̮͖̹̪̝̭̭̺̦̽̿̿̔ͨͤ́͌̓̄̿̿̉͢͢͠ͅͅş̡̱̦̺̰̤̟̞̲͍̠̲̝̻͎̥̠̱̘ͯ̊̄̉̊̽̉̈́ͨ̌ͯ̾ͨ́ͫͧ̅̊͋̈́̌ͨ̓͆̚͞ e͑͗̌ṃ̵̧̧̧̛̠̜̪̯̥̲̭̙̗̖̞͈͔̘̠͕̭͑̿͐͂̊̑ͯ̅̉̽ͤ̂̆̔͆̓ͦ͟ͅp̸̨̫̜̰̩̦̟̗̦̠͔͂͐̎͆̀̑̍̕͠t̷̸̡̪̖̝̦̩̣͖̱̫̳̟̺͉̘̼̫͔̻͇̼̀ͤ̿͂ͩ̇͊͛͂ͯͣ̔̒͜͝ͅỳ̭̦̫̬̒͑ â̢̛̛̻̗̖͓̝̣͉̻̯͇̪̱̰̬͍̓́̅̐ͮ̈̿̋ͧ̅ͦͯ̌͌͘͜͠t̝̟̰̎͑ͤ̓ḿ̙̻̖͖̈̌͗̉ͥ̕͞_̸̨͓̗͈̟̳̠̼͓̏ͭ͂ͭ͂̽̈́͋̌ͪ̒̏ọ̶̢̡͚̩̝͓͙̪̜̖̻͚̞̠ͮͣ̀̓ͥͭͩ͑̓̈́́ͨͤ̄̕͟͠͠͠s̡̙ͣͨ_̷̴̢̥͓̼̘̖̹͉͍̣̂̂ͩ̿̒̍̅̓͒ͮ͗̕͝͡p̰͉̦͕̞͈͈̻̮̩̺͓ͭ̊̆̿̑͌̎ͦ̅ͭ̈́͢͡h̷̡̬̩̭̤̰̫̹̤̜ͦ̊̄̊ͤ̄̆̑̇͑ͅ_̫̙̫̏ȩ̬͔͈̩̔̉́ͩͤ̃͜͝r̛̻̝̪͕̗̦͉̤̰̼̱ͪ͛͂͛̈ͫͮ͊̌̒̕͘̕̚̚͝͝e͖̼̠̱̗̼̦̤̋͌̍̓͊͋̄̆ͭ̐̋̚͜͠.̷̵̧̛̛̪̘̤͉͈̰͕͇̦̩̤̗͎̦͖̟̘̘̇̿ͬͣ̋̉̿ͭ̏̇͆ͫ̇̽ͤ̈́̑̿͋͢͢͠͡ L̸̴̴̯̤͖̩̳̗̹̫̳̗̦̃́͋̂̑ͩ̍̽́ͧ̈́ͥ̇̇͑ͩͭ̓͘͢͜͢͠͡͝o̧̪̩͔̱̥̭̯ͬ͋͛͂͛̀̐͂ͤ͝n̵̯̥̜̥̲̗̯͕͒̈́ͬ̀͛̋̀ͧ̇͗ͣ̃͋͊͛ͤ͊̽͞ͅg̸̬̻̫̗͔͈̺̈́͒̒̈͟͢ͅ p̢̛̥̘͎͓͚̮̬̮̙̝̱̫̝̫̟̺̊̑̀ͫ̅͌͋̽ͦ̎̓ͯ̎ͥͦ̕͡͠͞͡ŗ̞͙̦̤̝̹̱̦͎͒̑̏́͛ͯ͗͒͘a̷̸̡̛̰̤̮̟̟̳̣͍̙̦̹͍̹̿͆̂͗̅̈́̾̃̀̚͘͢͠͠c̶̶̲̫͇͇̭̣̣̖̪̥̜̻ͩ̐̎̂̌͑̑͛͢_̢̢̢͎͇͉͖̭̤͗̈̑͋̄̂ͫ̑̑̕ţ̷̸̵̴̛̛̠͙̻̪̭̩̭̜̭̜̱̹̄̌ͮͦ̉ͮͤ͆̈͆ͨ̈́̀̐͋ͣ͝͡í̴̶̤͙͍͕̩̻̭͇͈̰̯̩͕̜̲̭̔͒̿̿͗ͬ̒ͨͬ͊̓͂̓̈́̊̕͘͘͠͠c̡͉͚̠̲̯͙̭̘̩̫̘̩̤ͩͫ͐͋̐̄̄̾̑̊̎̚͘͢͡_̥͚̲̅̃̀͘͡e̢̥͚̾͊͆d̟͊_̀̔͞_̴̺͎̦̞̤̬̿̋́̍ͦ͗̓͗̅ͬ͗̊͜͟͞͝͠ m̫̦̍į͓͎̰͎̲̲͈̩̏ͥ̒̓͘̚l̷̼̖͖̓͌͐́̅ͭ͌̈͒̚͝͠į̸̸̥̺̩̭̪̰̦̫̲̜̜̫͕̩̇̒͋̋̐̔͒̐̉̾̅͑̋̊̒ͬ̇̊̀͘͜ͅţ̶̶̷̢̢̳̹̳̻͂̊̇̊̍ͦ̄̇ͪͨ͋ͧ́͜͞͝a̷̠̯͚̯̼͂̀́̃ͪ̆r̡͖̟͇̭̗͍ͯ̑ͫ͐̈̓̌̃̍̕͝y̴̴̴̧̟̹͍͇͙̞̻̲̥̭̳̼̔͋ͣͣ̋̈̈͂ͧ̅͛͛ͧ̅͋͟͝ ȩ̷̳͚͇͇̳͍͙̳̥̜͎̯̪̃̓̀͋̊ͦͮͦ̍ͨͯ̽̅ͮͬͅx̵̤̖͖̪͙͉̦̙̖̺̙͊͌̄ͧ́̌̇̀̎̔ͮ͂̓̀ͧ̀͋̀̉ͥ̂͗͂̕͢͠͠͝p̨̡̙̪̲̱̙̲̹̦̲̝̈͆ͬ̋̍̊̑͂̋̓̚͢͟͞͞e̸̵̶̢͇̝͉͇͉͕͙̮̥͍̩̲̩̓ͭ̈́ͥ͊ͥͤͨ͌̿̐̒̓̿ͭͮ̂́͋̑ͪ͘͜͞ͅ_̴̲̇rͥ_̷̨̡̖̳̣̪̬̬̹̘̮̩̞̹̝̖ͨ͊̊́̉ͥ͑͒̒̀͌ͩ͗ͨͫ͟͜_ͨͫ͟͡ī̪̗͒̽͟͟ė͙͔̬̭̱̻̟͜͞͠ͅn̷̷̨̧̡͚̬̘͇̺̖̠̭̤̦͎̫̩͕̱͕͐́̉ͨ͐͊̾͒͊̇̕c̴͇̹̫̭̮̤̮͖̤̲̤̲̓ͥ̃͂ͩ̈̿̾͗̐ͭ̎͑̾̕͢͜͡ͅę̸̵̧̞͈̞̲̏̐ͨͮ̎̽ͪͤ̀̑͠͝ ą̱̤͐́͋ͮ̈ͣ͂̈́͂̕l̷̸̨͓͎͈̺̞̞̟̎͆̍̉ͦͨ͒́̃̑̽̐̓̈̏̊́ͭ̒͊̂͌̕̕͞r͚̠͉͚̞̺̿́͒̍̓̋̿̕_͙̝͞ḛ̸̶̡̨̛̛̛̗̦̮̦͈͉͉͓͉̰̹̻̲͚̤̱̤ͬͩ́̆̅ͦͯͬ́̀͆̄̂̈̄̊́͝͝a̶̶̸̢̖̘̺̻̥̪̭̳̮̭͑̀͐̓̀ͦͮ͂ͧ̃̃̌̀̔̚͢͟͠ͅd̵̨͔̱̯̬͖̠͖̾͂͋̍̋ͯ̓͋̏̔̄ỳ̵͎͚͓̬̤̭̹͈͚͇͙̫͕ͪ̏̈́ͫ̉̽͑̃̉̽ͣͣͫͩͥ͒͒ͥ́̊ͫ̚͟͝͠ h_͛a͉̯̖̱͙͇̗̬͖̥̠̠ͫͤͯͮ̒ͦ͊͒̓̂̅̄̑ͮd̷̳͓̓̏̇͝ ų̶̢̡̨̖̲̫̙͖̱̫̠̗͇̦̊ͤ̀̋̑ͬ͑̀̓̉̑ͭ̕͜͢͢͝͡s̟͓̼͎̱̹͈̫͚̝̬ͨ͐̎̀̑́̉̌́́̿͒ͮͪ̽̽̒͌ͤ͢͞͠͠ a̛͡ḽ͇͈̺͚̣̲̮̜̣̠̼̝͕͎̑̓̍̿͌̈̏̈́̒̑́ͮ͢͢l̵̮̮͈͕̑͒̏̍͌̀͘͢_̔ w̸̟͎͉͍̦͓͙̝̳̩ͦ́͊̍̔̾ͪ͑ͧ̍ͧ̂͘͜ͅ_͕̗̟ͮ̂͒̾͆͋ͨͮ͌̚͢ȩ̣̦̮̜̲̹̤̝̖̺͓̫̞͂͂͐ͥͩ̍ͧ̽̍͋̂ͤ̕͘͟͞åp̧̰̤̼̠̞̥̘͇͇̲͔̰ͬ̿̑̓ỡ̩̊̓̓̐̇ņ̶̵̛̛͕͇̰̜̪̺̲̦̘̳̘̬̦͍ͣ̅̉̎͋ͫͤ̎̔͐ͩ͌̐̀̀̊͋̐̀́̚͜͢͢͢͜͢͡s̰̼̖̥̣̥̃́̃ͮ͌̄̀͌ͫ͐̅́͐̚͠͞ͅ o̴̸̢̧̝̺̰̟̫̣̲̙͇͎̪̫̜̫̫͐ͩ̆ͫ͒̆̎̔̀ͥ̿͒́̔́̓ͬ̈̃ͪ̂ͧ͂̄ͣ̎̾ͅų̵̗̊͌ͯͭͬ͘͢_̷̡͖͇͙̻̩̲͈͍̜̹͖̠͙͇̪̃ͥ̒̄͂ͪͯ̍ͯ͊̅ͯ͊ͭͬ͜͟ͅṱ̲ͤͧͨ͘.̴̸̷̡̛̥̙̺̝̫̱̘͍̰̣͚̓̈̅̒̈́̅͊́ͯ̍̏̍͊̎ͪ͗ͧ̌̋̑͘̕͟ R͗͒̽a̵̛̾͢ị̴̷̵̻̱̬͔̼̬̹͔ͬ̂ͦ̏̈̍̅̅̿ͬͣ͌̈́̀̕͢͞͞ͅͅl̶̵̶̠̻̣̺̭̫̳͈͚̟̟̩ͧ͐ͦ̀̾̅ͧ͛͗ͫ̾ͨͮͪ͂̚͘̕͟͝͝͠ͅͅg̢̝̠̮̙͌ͮ̋_̧̜̺̳͚͇͖̦̖̤̟͔͑ͨ͆̊̓̃̀͂͆ͨ͋ͨ͂͊̕̚̕̕u̶̶̼̭̯̰͉̻͖̯̝ͥ̔͒̅̓ͬǹ͍s͕͝_̴̨͙̯̹̻̝̳̜͚̭̅͛̇́ͯ̅̽̿ͥ́͋̄͂́̿̓͝͠͝ b̸̵̵͍̞͈̞̞͙̓ͭ͋̋̅ͩ̒͗̏̌́ͭͥ͛̀̒͌ͪ̑̎̓͢͝͡ë͛ͭ̿ȋ̸̶̡̡̡̲̝͕̝͈̭̯̱̳̮̘̙͐ͫ͂ͬ̽͗̿̊͒͛͗͘̕͠͝͡͠͡͝͠ͅǹ̵̸̸̢̧̛͓̫̰͉̠͓̟̹͖̲̋̈̑ͦͯ͊͑̅̀̍̾́ͪ̍͂ͫͮ́͘͟͟͡ͅ_̲̼̎̓g̷̛͓̫̼̣͇̬͖͕͕͔͚͚͚̰̝̓ͮ̎̌̌̍ͭ̉̀̈ͦͥ͂͜͝͞͠ m̴̡̨̙͎͙̣̺͚̖̀̓ͣ̐ͭ̾ͯ̌ͣͦ́ǫ̷̸̵̧͍̞̼̥͔̭̤̳̗̹͖̣͎̇͌ͯͥ́ͩͮͭ̏ͭͮ̀ͮ́ͩ͆̃̚̚͘͠ȗ̶̶̴̧̦͖̤̙͙͉͖̻͚̙͈̺͈̉ͪ̄ͯ̐ͮ̐͋͂͂̔̉̕̚͟͜_̀̿̆ͬ͗n̵̨̢͎̰̟̙͙͎͉̜̜̺͈̍͂ͫ̂͑ͥ̌̇ͮ̍̔ͮͭͬ͋͂͋͟͟͜͜͡t̖͒ě̟̦̙͎̺͇̰́͑̊̀̈́̋̚͠d͎̬̻ͦ́́ͭ̌͞ t̶̸̶̵̷̵̨̙̖̲̤̖͎̯͚̪̍ͭ̊ͣͥͤͨ̂̎̌ͫͣ̇́͜ǫ̞͓̳̀̇͐ ṭ͉̬̣̟̱͋̔͝ri̡̛̥̮̬̜̫̹̰̦̩̳̻͕̳̥̦̓͊̆̒͑ͮͫ̑͗ͣ̓͂ͪͬ̌ͤ́̅̌̐̿̋̚͜͢p̺̓͝ŏ̶̴̡̢͎̮͖͓̻͎̻͇̜̺̪̤̈͑ͣ̿͋͂́̈́̇ͨ̐̀ͩ̌̋͘͜͢͟͞͠ͅd̵̫̯͖̝̪̰̖̳̬͈̪̟͇͖ͭͮ̃̍͂͌̾͌ͬ́ͭͯ͘s̵̡̡̱͎͉̩̥̞̗̍̒͛̃̓͡͡ͅ,̸̴̡̨̢͚̳̣̠͕͎̝̲͈̺̘̫̰̜̜͑̊̐̃ͩ̉̾̾̈̾͋͒͆ͬ͂ͣ̿̚̚͠ͅ f͇̜̦̾̒́̑ͥl̸̡̜̮̦̙͖̺̘̱̀͊̈́̇̄̃̓͐ͥͦ̂ͩ͢͟͝͝a̵̙̼̼̺͍͗̈ͪ̿̔ͭ̑͘͟r̸̞̳͍̩͔̮̘̻̞̀̅ͪ͐̉ͧ́͝_̤̦͈̻̗̭̞̺͍̱ͩé̶̴̙̻̖̤̫̬͔̠̟̀͛ͫͥ_̨͙͚͊s̝ͥ b̲̩ͨͣͧ͂́e̟̲̼͇̼͂ͦ̌͆̑ͅ_̶̵̺̘̣̭͇͈̙̊̆͐͂ͨ͆_̣̯̖̼̓͒̃͋̉̒͑̾̉͟͢ͅi͈̫͙͍͖̘̖̔̑ͩ̿ͩ̑̄̂̈́͟͠_̴̡͓̰̉͂ͦ͟͟n̶̸̡̛̙͓̰̪̗̳̘͍͈̤̝͍̪̮̦̟̘ͮ̑ͮ̉̓̿̇̒͛̍̃͑̈́͂ͩ̔͘̕͟͠͠g̎̓ t̡̛̛̙̮͗͆́̑̒͛̅̃̈́ͦ͞ͅǫ̫̭̭̯ͦ̓͛̅̃͘͜͢s̥̰͔̪̀̆̿͐̆̐s̶̡̟͖̟͇̬̩̖̮͈͈̈́͗̾̀̇̿̆ͨ͟͡ë͓̙̥ͥͩ̑͞dͨ ò̎͝u͕̳͖͗t͜ i̧͇͈̠̦̲͖̤̲̯̻͊̅̐̇ͤͪ́̀͞n̶̴̵̸̛̜̫͈̭̳̲̜̩͆̀ͮͯ͒ͮ̒ͮ͂͘ͅt̶̵̤̹̟͝͠ȍ̴̴̸̵̢̨̦̝̫̩̹̫̝̮̖͎̺̞̻͙̩͍̀̉̀ͮ̈ͯ̆͊ͣ̔̀̃̕͜͢͢͟ t̸̴̢̢͇͇͈͕̠̬͔̮͔̜̩̜͖̞̹̝ͣ̌̈́̀̋̅́̈̀̿̓̇ͪ͛ͦ̿ͮ̂̚͜͢͜͟͠͠h̢̧̛̺̬͈̻̲̭͕́͗́̌̾͂̃͗ͩ̅͢͢ͅe̡̡̞̼̪͚̝̺͈ͣ̋ͨ̓͐͑͞ ḑ̛̫̥͎̬͇́ͤ̅̎̿͋̿͛̄̈̐̕̚͝_̨̖͕a̵̷̦̹͔͎̳͚͎͓̣͔̻̯̝̻̻͍̺ͧ̈́͌̐̎͂͑̓͋̑̇̔̕͟ŕ̸͈̠̞̮̤̯̣͈̭͈͕͎̮͎̭̱̣ͯ̀͂̂ͮ͑́͊̄͗͐̌͑̋ͨ̓̕͜͡k̶̶̷̰͚̜̝̘̤͔̯̘̙͕̻̯ͭ̎̽̽ͥ́́ͤͬ͆̌͐ͦ̾͐̂̓̍ͤ̿̅͢͜͞ṅ̴̡̨̗͓̼͙͉̬̦͈̱̻̗̆ͥ͗ͤ͐̋ͯͨ̍́̉̈́̄̊̎͟͟͠e̮̗̖̱̦̰͇̅ͩ͋͐ͬͦ͐̋ͤ̔_̫͖̖̠͇̝̺͚̰̝͐͆ͨ̏ͮ̄̀͆ͦͦ̊͒͝͡s̺ͭ̿͆͠s̴̡̻̠͚͕̗͇̣͈̙̗͕̤̜͇͚ͫ̊͆̽ͣ͛ͧ̃̆̽̍̆̍̇̏̒́̏ͣ̃͗̒͘̕͘͟͢͡ͅ a̺̪s̟_̙̓͊̀͞ ŵ̴̷̡̡̧̛̪̮̫̖̣̮͔̖̖̲̬̱̞̆͐ͮ́̎͗͗́̂̅ͬͣ͢͢͢͟͡e̪̼̺ͬ͟ͅ f̴̸̶͍͖͈̣͇̪̦̓ͯ̉͊̈́̓ͤͮ̃̃̑́͞͞o̶̗̺̰̼̬͇̩̎̽ͮ̏ͫ͂ͧ́̚r̨̨̢̟̙̦̪̝̦͕͖̤̘̫̫͉ͬ͊̿̀ͨ̇̄ͬ͗ͯ̀̃͊̂̒̕̚̕̚ͅm̶̨̗̯̮̜͔̼͓̖̻̬͎̈̀̇̊͋̈ͨ̽è̴̶̲̟͈̝͙͒ͫͨ̔͆͂̍ͩͦͤ̿̀̆͒̚̕͜ͅͅd̘̪̺̫͖̒̾ͪ́ͦ͋ͭͯ͢ͅ u̶͔̝̣͖̟̞̘̯̼̮̫̮̪̥̺̯̙͍̰̽ͨ̔̀̓͗̊ͧͧ̎̿̄̒ͯ̕͟͝͞ͅp̸͙͓̒̈ͪ̎̓͛̐̒̀ͤ̚͝ ǐ͆n̦̙̰̦̂ͤ̓ͪ̎͟ͅ a̶̷̴̧̨̛̫͔̲̩̣̬̳̙͎͔̳̓̈́̓͐̂̆ͦͭͭ̎ͬ̀̐́̽͘͜͞͠ d̴̸̢͕̼̲̩̯͓̠͇̿̾͐͌ͭ̏͒̃̏͋̅̒̂ͪ́͟͢͝é̫̥͈̓_̴̸̧̛͚̬͔͇̝̝̟͈̲̻͕̘̤̦͓̙̹̏́̀̂̑̌̃̈ͪ̈́̎ͭ͑̆̀͞ͅf̘e̷̵̺͛ͥ̐ͩ̿͐̍ͬ͢ń̷̢͔͚̱̖̼̰́̄̽̓̋̓ͤͥ͂ͬ͝͡s_̸̴̢̢̫̲̮͍̲̱̳̼͔̭͎͙͇̔̃ͣͩͤͭ͒̃̔̒̀̔̍ͮ̒͗ͥͤ̕͜_̶̮͔̺iv̨̨̟̫̣̙̝̣̯͋̿ͨͨ̆e̴̪̞̮ͨ̽͑ͯ͟ p̸̫̲̘͔͈̗̬͕̫̘̫͖̻͇̦͇̽͐ͥͧ̅͑̈͒̊̒͐͆ͯ̈́͂͊͊͌́̐̕͢͢͞͞o̸̷̷̢̠͎̠̘̲͙̪̮̳̹ͨ͐ͥ͑͆ͭ̂́̎͘ş̢̬͔̻̠͍͉̺̟̐͂̇ͧ͒̐̾͜ͅ_̶̛̜̤̘̼̖̗͚̯͙͊̈ͪ͗̏i̛̟͚̼̱̫̣̼̼̟̩͒͑͗̅̇̀͆̑̇̓́̉ͮ͊̏͜͠ti̷̞̳̳͍̜͕͉͔͂̅̇́ͦͦ͛͌̊͑̿͞͝ͅ_͖́ͯ̕_͈̆̈́o͇̙̓̇͌͑͞_̸̩̂̿̂_̠͍͈̩̯̣̺ͬ́́̊ͪ̅̈́ͨͯ͢n̳̘̘̭͍̩͔̰̘̠̦̪̠ͯͤ̏̍̎̍̇̾̆ͧͬͧ͢͟͡͝.̙̤̳͖̃ͬ͊̆͆ R̹ḙ̶̶̺͇͈͖̫̱͈̯͐̍ͣ͑͛͒̇͌̉̏ͭ̓̈́̾͜͡b̖͚̣̹̫͈̬̆̔̎̑͋̅͐͐̍ͨ̾͟͜͜ŗ̷̴̨̛͓͇͙̹̳̤̥̤̺̪͈̰̤̩̟͕̠͓͙̂̊̌ͤ̐ͨ̀̿ͨ͋̓̓̎ͦͯ̒͘̚̚ȅ̼͈͛͢͟ą̵̶̢̨̛̬̭͔̹̬̲̩̺̘̜͚͕͙̦̄̌̎̇ͭͦͭͦͧ͆̏͑͂ͯͣ̈͋ͤͮͭ̀̿̐͜͜͠͝t̷̛̝͚̳̜̠̞̥͉̮͌̓ͥ̍͐ͣ͊̿̌̏͆ͦ̎̇ͮ̂̆ͫͨ̕͘̚͠͠͞ḩ̵̨̗̯̰͉̮̘̥͇͎̪͍͎̪́̾̒̆̋ͩ̇̓̓̿͐͆e̴̡͖̫͎͎̞̰͕̦̹̱͕̞̟͍̔ͣ́ͬ͗͒͌ͭ̇̊̃͌͘r͓̬͈̯͉̟̻͉͒̓̋̒̄ͪ͟͞ͅs͍͉̤̘̟̤̬̿̿͂͜͢ protective wards flashing into life as something moved out in the darkness.   We already knew it was a Shadow, the warnings in our visors telling us as much. The earth fell away beneath us as a gateway opened where we were standing, falling into a void that instantly erased all our visuals. Comms going silent, as the darkness suffocated the frequencies. I thought I could see stars out into the void, staring back at us.   The falling never seemed to stop, already having reached some form of terminal velocity, though where this gravity was coming from ą̴̸̣̬̜̗͉̤͕̲̺̞̭̮͊ͥ̈̀͛̀̓͒͆ͤ́̆͊͟͢͡͝ s_̸̷̡̢̱̯̼̥̫̗̥̱͚͍̥̌̑ͥ̇̀̌͆ͫ͂ͭ͊̔̀̇ͪͮ̾̅̓̐̓̔͛͛͂͜͟͞ͅh̯̃͆ȅ̮̣̥̽̑ͬ̿͟_̷̴̧̛͓̏̽̎̃̒̈̀̾͠l̡̫̺̣̥͔͉͐̀̐̓̓͌͞͞ͅl̢͉͇ͭ̎ͦ̈ͮ̆͘͟ o̵̻̖͕̙̠̝̮͖̟̩̤̎̓ͩ͘͢͠͝͠ͅf̶̧̗̼̪̩̟̙̩͍̪͉̌̈́ͮ͂͐̎ͯͦ̀̌̀ͫͣ̋͛ͣ̅̈̕ͅ ą̴̸̴̶̡̬̘̣̻̥̜̹̱̜͇̲̲̤̗̥̤̼͓̪̻͔̌ͯ͗̊͑ͫ̀ͯ͑ͮ́̂̓͜͠͡ͅ p̸̡͚̳̤̭͕̳͑̿̌̍̅̎̐̐͑ͬ̒̋̏̕͘͜͡͝ͅ_̶̡̛͉͉̣͈̖̹̝̭͔ͧ̏͗̀͛͢͟l͖͙͖̬̝̽͌̅ͧ͌ͪͮ͝ā͚̮̩͑ͣ́̀̍ͪ͟n̸̈͌̊̚͝ḙ̵̺̰͚̮̝̝̳͙̦̻̭͓͙̺͉͈͊͊̂ͪ̐̎̈̅ͫ̄̑̎ͬ͊̂͗͑͆́ͥͧ̚͞t̡̩̮̺͚̦̳͕̎̄̂́͗͌̅ͦ̀͜͞_̸ͅ ẘ̸̸̠̞̦̖̻̝̃̑͆̓̿̿̀̒̾̀̍̂̎̕͢͠͠å_̙̹̺͍͙͎͍͙̮̜̰̬̻̣͕̯ͥ͆̆ͬ̀ͫ͋̓ͥͩͬͩ͒̋ͩ̈͆ͯ͑͘̚̚͟͟͡͠ͅs̱̰͔̜̥ͧ̽̑̃̒̎̾̃_̵̧͉͕̥̲̞̹̞̟͉̖͎̬̀ͧ̅̃ͩ̽́̆͛̃̾̒̿̕̚͜͜͞ͅ b̧̺̥͉̀͛ͯ̑ḙ͕ͩ̾͆̂͟_̢̢̛͔̳̥͖͇̞̝̞̮̟͓̔̋̿͐ͣ̉ͭ́ͩ͑_̳͎̔s̵̛̖̝̱͖ͪ̉ͯ̎̅i̢̧͈̦͉̗͖͎̘ͪͥ̀͊̽ͩͬ͌͛̋̉͊́͗͋̚ͅd̸̶̷̢̮̳͉̹̮̦͇̤͙͈̤̩͕̗͕̪ͦ̀ͫͬͫͣ̊̃ͤ̄̇̋̚͞ę̞̰̠̰̥̜̭̂́ͯ́͆̾͆͊̎̕ͅŝ_ m̶̶̲̗͓͓̘̖̱̫̖̹̲͎͐̏̆ͬ͛ͫͦ̔́͆̐̓̃̽͊̍̋̄̾ͧ͘͟͡͞ḙ̸̸̴̶͇̞̙̭ͫ̂̐ͤ͑ͥ͝ͅ_̰͕̮͓̬͍̠̲̯̩ͭ̅ͮ̏ͣ͋̽̎̀̚͜͢.̞͚̽_̢̞̱͔̙̖͇ͭ͐ͧ F̡͔͈̩́ͬ̿̋͒̕i̷̷̴̢̢̛̞͔͇̭̳̰̜̳̞̭̬͓̲̣̠̠͚͔̭ͩͩ́̂́͑̈̉̊̆̓̽͑ͤ͒̕͘͟͝ͅͅn͉̗̻̭͍͈̽̍͝ģ̵̴̪̼͍̖̫̳̞͇̬͙̩͖͕͙̑̽ͬ͑̾̓͗̔͘͡͠͡͞e̜̐_̶̧̯̣̣͓̳ͨ̓̒ͩ͂̆̀ͬ̌ͣ̄̏̑̅͐ͣ͗ͅr̜̣͠s̄͘͡ ǵ̵̨̨̫̝͎̺͓͇̩̺͔̯̙͇̒̅͂̌͊́ͯ̅̇ͨ͒ͮ͛̄ͥ̈ͮ͂ͬͮ̕̚͘̕̕̚͜͟͡l̴̨͚̳̯̺͎̟̺̯̰̣̺̺̮̗̤̣̺̤ͤ̀ͬ͆̉ͤͭͮͯ͋̈́̂̂̉ͫͦͭ̍̌͋̉͢͢͞ì̶̸̷̴̡̬̩̺̝͓͈̭̙͍̝̹̻͎̍̄̒̆̔ͩ̍̒ͯ̿͆̏͊͂͊́̕̚͜͡ḓ̶̷̨̢̧̛͈̞̳̦͙̺̝͖̺̠̅ͯ̔͐́̈́̍ͤͦ̐ͯ̀͒ͯͪ̍͆̍̾ͥͫ̃͋̚͜͢͡į̵̹̞̦̟͙̣͉͎̝̟̾̅̊̇͛̄ͨ̈́ͭͫ͒̑̌̚͢͞͡ņ̛̙̹̹̟̝̮͓͔̞̮̬̻͇̆͗̔̓̄ͣ̉͑̈́̈̑̔̍̽̉ͤ͟͟͝͠ͅĝ̴̨̩̳͇̳͖̪̀́ͬ̆̆́͐͋́̚͡_̴̷͕͙̮̋̒̃̅ͫͭ̇̂ͮ͞ͅͅ t̵̡͕̜̳̫̺͍́͂̓̔̑̈́̐ͪ͋̿ḫ̶̸̡̬̭͉͔͕͙̽̍ͩͩ̀̔̊̊̐ͪ_́ͫr̷ͫo̵̷̴̶̡̭͉̺̭̱͖̠̼͎̺̓ͩ̍̌̾ͥ͛̑͒ͯͥ́͛ͥ̈ͩͧ̇͝ͅų̸̵̧̟̤̪͖͚̣̼͕͚͍̟̹̻̦͐ͮ̉̊̀ͥ̅͆́̄̊̀ͭͦͪ̒g̴̢̮̯͓͙͓͉̯͈̎̎̊̿̍̂ͮ͗ͨ͢͠ͅḩ̸̸͈̖͉̜͙͚̗̱̪̪̤̲͚̝ͨͯͤ̄ͭ̆ͤͤ͛ͯͯ͗͑̑̈́͂ͬ͗ͪͧ͗͐̇ͨ the void as if I was passing them through a waterfall. Stars blinking into life all around me as we fell further.   When would this falling end? When did my comms come back to life? Like the sound of rushing water through a stream. A vapid echo of voices that wafted though transient air. I was standing on the outside of the flares, watching the group of strange clad Fae arming their position. Tossing more and more of those rune covered plates out around them, a force like opposition and magnetism pushing me away from them.   It had been a while since I had a body to walk in, flexing my hands with a relish that had escaped me for so long. I knew I could͉͎̣͓̩̤̫ͮͪ̾̑̿̉̀͝n̫̮̿͞'̸̵̶̧̨̢̤̲̳̻͕͕̳͚̬̯ͪ͊ͥͭͨͧͩ̐ͭͣ̑̿͗̚t̷̡̡̧̳͙͙͈̰̰̗̲̖̭͕̭ͥ̌̔̀ͨ̑͑ͯ̋̊̈́̿ͨ͜͡͠͡͞ k̶̛̺̹̖̓̌̾́͘è̶̗̼̘̤͚͈̤̩̣́͆̅̂̓̏̂ę̵̶̴̴͚̰̦̩͇̬̩͈̥̬̟̪̙͎̫̇̈́͌̌ͤ̿̌ͤ̓̒̓͒ͮ̊ͯ͌ͯ̉ͥͫ́͘͜͠p̟̫̔̄ͯ̑͢_̴̧̢̲̥̬͓̬̦͉͔̥̮̝̟̎̌ͨ̄̓̇́͒̋̕̕ t͈͖̟͍͎̗̹̘͊ͤͤ̒͗̔̀͑ͪ̀̌́̏̚͞ḩ̲̹̠͎̫͎̼̗̖̥́̈́͗̅̏͒ͣ̇̔̾ͩͩ̏ͮ̊̾̚͜͝͞ę̴̵̬̗̦͎̹͔͔̽̂̓̌͒ͯ̏ͨ̾͌̈́̃̇̃̑ͯͮͮm̹̱̰̿̆͗̏ͯ̏͜͞ f̸̢͍̻̰̯̯̪͇͐̓ͥͬ͝o̼̬̪̙̬͍̳̲̤̬ͨ̐ͮͯ̒ͣͪ͛͆̍̔ͩ̀͋̿̋̕͜͟͜ͅr̨̲̗̼̺͎̲̬ͬ͂ͧ̍ͪ͆̐̕͢ȇ̡̮̝͍̬͙̗͓̘̊̎̾̚͟v̶̸͍̙̽̌͊͜͝e̮͖͓̔̉r̶̬̩̞̠̣̫͖͇̙̬̹̮̮̜̩̦̗̾́͂ͯ̌ͭͯ̒̀̿̓͗̐̒͟͜͞,̆̀_͉̻͈ͤ̾̒̒ͪ n̸͎̺̠̩͂͒͐̑ͧͩ̇̅̓͡o_̶̵̶̪̱̪̜͓̯̆ͪ͒ͦͦ̃ͭ̀̄ͨ̀̾ͧt̴͖̍͌ͧͥͭ́ͨ̎͟ ļ̵̶̷̰͙̰̤̙̞̯̣͕̠̝͕̓̽̓̅ͦͬ̾̍ͬ̋͘͘͟͜͞͞ó͖̺̗̬̯̘̮̌͗̑͑ͤ̊͑͗͟ṉ̷̸̻̍̓ͬ̉̆͘͘_g̯̠͗̕ enough to feel alive once more. Ȉ̸̷̻̲̰̼͎̬̰̈̊̎̀ͬ͘͟_̿̽͂ w͑ą̵̨͔͚̹̫͚̣͚̳̗̯̤͈̼̤͑͒ͯͭ̓̈́͑̊͌͐ͯ̀̀ͪͤ͒̎̚͡s̢̮̥̭͈̭̩̦͎̍͐̒ͩͤ̋̔̒_̡̡͍̙̯͇̟̫̝̎̍͊ͨ̐̿ͧ̄ͪ̓̈͗͟͠n͎͚̩̹̲͔̘̯̒̈́̊̀̾̏ͮ̾̉̏͐ͬ̊͌͟͡ͅ'̲͓̀͋ͨ̓t̵̢̜̹̪̣̹͈͓̫̞̽̑ͪ̄ͭ̑͜͢͡͞͞ é̷̞̟̠̳͕̻͊́̂̔ͣ͌̇͑ͥ̀͠_̬̩̥̾̓̔͗x̴̷̵̶̲̘̫̠͚͙̹͒̆̒ͣͨ͗̆̊͆͌͒̚͡͡ͅͅp̧͉̟̳͉͎̣̻̖ͭͣ͂̏ͅẻ̤̠͈̭̺͔͙͎̬͍̺͎́̾ͯͤ̍̎̓̅͐c̸̶̨͎̭̼̦̹͇̃̅͊̍̆̀ͭ̀͆̓̽̽̆͘͜͜͠͠ͅṯ̢̛̩̬͕̾ͨ̄̄ͨ͆̆ͫͬ͆̿͌̔iņ̴̛͔̹̼̼̦̬͔̫̰̫̻͉̏ͣ̽̓ͣͯͫͬͩ̆̋ͭͭͧ͐ͫͮ̚͟͟g̶̥_̧̡̱̗̼̼̪̗͙͖̹̱̓̑ͥͣ̔ͧ͘_̷̡̨̣͚̦͍̐̾͘͜͞͞͡͝ t͔o̺̍̂ͫ͟ ḅ̛͚̤̱̦ͩ̉ͭ͜͢ḛ̮̯͉͊̽ f̷͖͙͈̯̹̦͎̥͗̋͆͗̈́̀̑͑̔ͤͯ͢͠_̸̞̲̺̈̽o̸̡̧̺͙̥̱̱̺̺ͥ͑͂ͭ͋͂̀͊ͬ̂̇͂́̋ͪͤ̒ͥ̒̏͛͘̚͘͜͞u̷̸͉͇͚̩̳̬̰̰̰͈̗̹͚̯͇̥̬͚̦͛ͫ̑͒̈́̾̔̂̉ͨ̏̀̋͐̔̉̊ͣņ̹͙̣̽̑ͪ̈́͐͆ḏ̴̤̯͗ͯ̌̇̍ͮ̏̽̉͘̚͟͜͠ h͉̓e̷̘̖͚̗̫̟͉̖͓̫̯̼̫̤͈͓ͧ͋̎̊ͭ͗͋ͧ͑ͫ͐ͮ̈́̽̊ͭ̄͘̕̚̕̚͟ŗ͕̠ẽ̛͇,̷̵̫̳̜̤̖̌̓̆ h̺̺̮̲͉̤ͥ̂́̉̽̚̕͢ī̸̼͈̤͆͆̉ḋ̨̛̰͔̫̦̱͇̠͖̻̩̮̪̼̦̦̞͍̱͈̭̔́ͥ̓̔̆͛͗ͫ̒ͬ͋͌ͧ̿̓͘͟i̵̵̧̥͕̥͍̦͇̱̪̤͖̤͓͙̞͙̥͉̭̠̘ͧ̒͋̅̐ͤͦ̉̿̇̑̔́̐̈̕͢͡ͅn̷̸̨̨̻̝͖̟͖̗͚̫͇̮̰͑̃̍̄ͨ̄̐ͪ́̑ͮ͂̆̑͆̎̕͜͜g̵̵̮̫̤̲̖̣̰̩͇͈̖̬̬͕̻̹̭ͯ̊̑͒̇ͦ͛ͫͯ͛ͮ͂͟͢͠ͅ i_̡̬̗̗̲̠̥͉̪̉̊̂̾̽̀̊̓́ͮ͜͜ń̙̣̟̆̚_̵̴̷̨̢̨͔̥̯̫͖̪̻̦͇̟̾̆̒͂ͭ͛̓͛̄̀̇͂̽̍̚͘͜͢͞͠ th̷̸̨̡̞̠̖͚̰͚͍̱̬̩̲̖̱͇̜̼̗͒̐̒͂ͪͬ̉̉̃̂̆̐̀ͧͬ̕̚͜͝ę̴̱͇̦͎̯̦̫̣̲̖̖̙̰͇͗͑́ͫ̓͗̿ͧ̽̍̇̆͋͐̀̆̽͘̚͟͜͜͝ a̴̴̧̩͔̩͇̺̼̦̹͕͎͍ͪͪ̈́ͪͣ̔͆̊ͨͣ̍̑̚͜͡ͅş̖̜͚̫͐̈́̐̍ͪ̀̾_̻͚̮̻̫̺̥͓̝͐ͨ̄͂͗̃̒̒͐͋͝h̷̛̲̟͉̬_̴̶̻͐̄ͪͭ̀͞_̶̼̥̖̲̺̪̘̟͚̤̝̏̿̀ͦ̍́ͯ͌̕ ẉ̵̴̸̪̹̪̠̮͖̗̩̪̯͉̂̓̈̌̃ͬ̾͛̀̇ͧ͐̃̽̎͜͞͞_̧̬̟̾ͯ̂ͯ͋ͦ͝ḩ̵̴̶̨̨͓͈̝̫͉̠̱̯͙̰̰̮̺̬̬̙̺̻ͨ̊̾ͮͨ̓͌ͮ͂͗̾͊̈́͌͋̕͡͝͝ͅi͓͖ͯ̄̐͗̚l̴̶̷̡̡͖͉͙̙̪̝̪̝̬̦͙̲̀̈́̑̀̈́̇̐̉̔ͭ̊͆ͬ͋͘͢͢ͅ_̴̰̭̀́́̂͒ͅe̘͊̄ͭ t͍͉͖̬̆h̵͖̯̫͙͓̠̮͛̄ͩͧ̎̈́̓́̑̾͢͢͝ͅ_̴͠è̶̷̢̖̟̰͕̟͖̹͎̯̞̤̃́̉ͥ̓͒̎ͦ̋̿́̌ͫͦ́ J̴̢̝̜̬̟̩͚͔̠͕̫͇͕̯̰̫ͧ͂ͭ͋̆ͤ̂̽̀ͮ̚͢͠͠a̧̨̺̬ͨ̇̋̌ͪͧ̄ͦ́̇̚̕͟r͖̯̙̹͕̔̾̀ͪ̀̔͋ͣͨ͛̕͟͜ ǫ̵̴̛͖͈͍͔̣͉̦̮̯͇̮̰̬̮̗͍̓ͨͤ̆ͯ̎͑̏͛̀ͧ͗͂ͪ̚͠_̱͓͊ǹ̛̤̰͚̄̒͝͡_͈͇̫_̴͕̫ͫͪ͑̒̉͆ͣ̏ͪ̒̊̚͟͞ t̵̢̛̠̲̻̣͕̗̼͉̻̹͓̱͕ͩͥ̈ͥ̄́̾̈́́̑̐̋͢͡͞ͅh̴̖̟̞͎͕̞̮̜̳̠̠̝ͦ̍̉̋͂ͧ͆̋̐ͥ̒̃͐̌̂͘͝͝͡͡ê̛͎ C̸̢̧̮̮̮ͣ̽͐ͨͯͥͩͫ́̒̀̅̄͞r͈͔͔̬̠̜̓͑̐ͨͤͪ̌͋̿͑̀̅̿ͣ͂̋ͤ͘a͕͗́̓d̷̴̟͈͉͍̯͚̜̭ͤ̍͒̂̍̐͂̂͆͘͞_̪̼ͦl̡̧̛̦̺͕͉̜̟̯̗̳̭͚ͦ̑̃̑͑ͤ̈́ͯͤ̇̀̇̃̇ͦ̒͋ͨ͑̃͡͞_̯̤̺ͭ̄͡ê̴̖̈͝ hę̴̢̫̫̼̩̼̫̟̈́ͮͤ̃ͯ̾̂̀́̍͜l̷̶̩͌͒͠ḑ̸̶̶̷̜̘̜̲͈͉̖̣̟ͮ̃ͫ̋ͬ͊̓̏ͧ̔̃ͪ̓͢͠͝ m̸̪͙̝̞͓̳̞̙͒͊́́̒̉̇̀͒͡y͗_̸̵͇̜̗̫̰͇̺̰̞͖̦̭̦͗ͮ̈̏ͧͫ̓̎ͮ̍̽͑ͦ͊̓͜͝͞ m̶͎͕̲̬͊͋ͬ́̀ͯͫ̌̎͢ỉ̡̧̹͍́̓̓̃ͧ͑͌ͫ̍͠n̨̛̞̱̱̪̘̙̪͊̊̿͊ͨͬ͆ͭ̒̀͝d̢̛̻̣͍̙̩̞̥ͬ̉͋̔ͥ̾́ͭ̀͑͒̓̐ͨ̈͡͠.̴̴̢̛̛̠̹̬̖̯̦͍͔͑͂ͧ̀̒̔̉͜ Ỉ̵̜͓̖̘̠̟̣̤̦̗̭̐ͭ̆̑̅̄͆ͪ̈́̊̏̈́̓ͦ̇̉ͬ̚̕͢ͅ_̼͕̬̟͍̫ͫ̈́͊͗͜ j̠̠͉̋ǔ̸͖̳̘̗̏̓͜͝_̡͔͕̉̄̾̓͑ͫ_̸̧̗̦̙̈́͛̆ͪ̈́͢͜͠ṡ͓ͬ̉̾̿_̸̷̱̯̘͂͒͛t̬̫͙̹͖ͣ̑ͥ̃͊ͩ͗̒̚͢͢ ẅ̸̴̹͕͈̘̦͔̭̤͕͈͎̹́ͦͪ̓̒͌͐ͥͅą̶̵̬͍̘̜̣̖͎͖̖̳͑ͪ̔̇̓̐̿̂̓̒ͤ̈͛̈́̓̔ͫ̏̓̍ͭ̍͘͘͜͜͝n̰̪͖̖̫̼̤̹͍͖̫̲ͬͭͬ̽̀͌ͮ͐ͨ͑͆͜t̡͍̮̹̳̻̗͛̒́ͯ̔̈́̒ͭ̓͌ͦ͜͞_̵̃̌̍_͔̔ͦ̅͡ę̵̧͔̰͔̅͑ͨ̀ͫͥͩ̊͡͞͠d to feel alive again, their portal clicked into life burning away the darkness that hide the body I borrowed.   Send them home then, I'll be found if this keeps going on.