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“Do you feel the breeze? The trickle of the rain on a stormy night? The wind lashing at your face, the cold; crisp air entering your lungs?”
“. .”
“It has been a long time, hasn’t it? Hehe.”
“. . .”
“Yes, I know it has been. A hundred years does not feel so long after a while, doesn’t it? Imagine that... A hundred years. You have slept for a hundred years.”
“...What? Don’t give me that look. It was for your own good, anyway. The air was getting so polluted, so sickening; that I could barely even breathe. But you’re safe.”
“…”
“..Are you not going to talk? ..I see. You don’t want to talk. That’s fine. Perfectly fine. I can chat all day. All night.”
“. . .”
“What? I don’t understand your gestures.”
“…”
“..Do you want a pen and paper? Can you write?”
“…”
“..I see. Here, let me go get it for you. Don’t move.”
“…”
“Okay! I’m back. Here. The only pen I found was a twisty one. No, you don’t twist the tip. That’ll dismantle it. Here. There you go! Okay. Now write, please.”
“Oh. I see. So your name is P̴̦͖͈̹̣̩͖̖̞̄̓̽̆͑̄̀̕͜Ļ̷̗̺̪͎̝͎͌̅͋̃̇̎̑̾͠Ą̸̢̧̛͎̘͉͓̖̤̜͇̜̬͍Y̵̧̳̹̘̜͍̦̦̼̘͇̽̓͑̊͆̎̌Ë̶̢̡̨̠̖̝̘̜́̾̋̿̍R̸͖͓̩͙͈̖͕̳̝̭͖̈́͂̃̕ That’s a nice name.”
“P̴̦͖͈̹̣̩͖̖̞̄̓̽̆͑̄̀̕͜Ļ̷̗̺̪͎̝͎͌̅͋̃̇̎̑̾͠Ą̸̢̧̛͎̘͉͓̖̤̜͇̜̬͍Y̵̧̳̹̘̜͍̦̦̼̘͇̽̓͑̊͆̎̌Ë̶̢̡̨̠̖̝̘̜́̾̋̿̍R̸͖͓̩͙͈̖͕̳̝̭͖̈́͂̃̕. P̴̦͖͈̹̣̩͖̖̞̄̓̽̆͑̄̀̕͜Ļ̷̗̺̪͎̝͎͌̅͋̃̇̎̑̾͠Ą̸̢̧̛͎̘͉͓̖̤̜͇̜̬͍Y̵̧̳̹̘̜͍̦̦̼̘͇̽̓͑̊͆̎̌Ë̶̢̡̨̠̖̝̘̜́̾̋̿̍R̸͖͓̩͙͈̖͕̳̝̭͖̈́͂̃̕.. It has a nice ring to it. Thank you.”
“…”
“Oh, what’s this? My name?”
“Oh, you silly. How could you forget?”
“It’s me. Your best friend.”
“À̷̧̧̢̛̮̮̘͍̤͓̞̼̯̮̝͉̦̫̲̖̙̹̜̟̳̻̠̪̘̼́̆̇̇͗̍̈̄́͊̿͗̅̍̃̏̒̅̉̑̃͑͆͆̿̄̐̄̅̓̉̾̈́̉̓̓̐͘̚̕͝ͅS̷̨̡̢̧̨̢̢̢̻͓͔͈̖̦͈̲͓̱͕̲̗̙̗̼̟̦̹̩͙̭̲̱̞̭̠̠͎̟̗̮̞̝̪̺̜̒̇̿̚ͅͅͅŖ̵̧̦̪̼̟̖̯͔̼̱̙̇̓̑̎͌͗͆̐͒̀̿̍̓̄̑͆̀̑̓͊͂̄̑̑̌̾̅͛̅̊͊̏͘͝Ị̵̢̡̢̛̻͈̣̗̹͎͓͖̼̖̯͕̹̘͍͈̣͇̰̲̜̫͚͇̫̬͓͂̌͗͂͑͋̓͑́̊́̏̿͊̀̇̆̄͛̔̓͗͒̑̈́̈́̉͌͆͊͐̆̄̽̋̏̿̔͗͘͘͜͝͝È̵̛̛̛͉̫̗̗̻̬̪̱̘̼̈̃̍̏͂̐͂͂̊̂̊̊͒͛̃̐́̊̇̂̍͆̄̔̇̓̎́̐̋̚̕̚̚͘͝Ḻ̷̨̛̳̱̼̣͐̑̉̀͐̊̋̿̔̍̒̑̽͗̋̐̏̃̆̿̈́̇̋̆̈͐̂̾̔̽́́̚̚̚͘͝͠ ̸̧̧̧̡̧̢̧͎̝̮̻̠͚̟̲̼͚̝̰̫̱̲̝͖̲̯̭̬̝̹͙̪̪̼͈͕̯̮̯̮̲̹̿͋́́̐̈́͛̋̓͑̐͒͆͛̔͋͑̓̈́̊̓̾͗̇̒̈́̋̐͐̍̒͋̂̕͘̕͘͜͝͝ͅD̴̛͍̯̼̥̤͉͙̼͔̭̪̒̋͒̏̑̾̄͐̓̉̌̂̋͒̚͘͝Ŗ̵̧̨̡̘͎̪̩̲͍͚̳̱̝͖̠̻̘̣̞̙͇̝͙̭̭̰̮̪̜̪̹͕̰̟̻̤̠̩͇̥̼̯̣̪͍̋͗͜ͅͅE̷̡̛̻͇̪̻͍̘͖̳̳̳̩̤͉̞̦̺̯̮͙̒̐̂̉̈̂̂͗̽̅̽̊͆̄̌͑̐̌͂͌̏̑̾̒̓͊̉̎̐͆̈̑̈́̌̓̆̑̇̉̚̕̕̚Ė̸̝͚̬̝̖͔̙̹͒̂͠͝M̸̛̛͙̯̞̘̞̟͓̠̲͍̹̝͇̪̙̼̦̓̃̈́̂͋͆̾̓̽̎͐͑̃̾̓͛̐̑̄̾̑̿̋̃́͛̄͋̅̿̄̃̌͑̿͋̚̚͘͜͠͝͝Ų̶̢̡̧̠̜̖͓̣̣̗̪̹̳͎̫̫̝̞̗͈̖͎̺͙͙̲̹͉̪̘̬̞̖̹̖̣̈́̉͂͆̇̐̈͐̑̑̑͊̏̈̽͒̊̂̐̄̈̈́̍̑͆̈͜͜͝R̵̢̧̨̹̯̤̮̻̣͉̮̤̩̥̯͚̮̥͙̬̙̠̙̳̝̫̙͖̟̜͉̠̺͖̞̖͙̺̰̠̿̉̂̃͛̈́̾̈́͂̍̎͑̎̆̌̓̾̌̓͐̾̓̌̓̋̾̅̊̚̚͜͝͝ͅͅ.”