Chapter 24 - ⱤɆĐ₳₵₮ɆĐ

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

Sewn with threads from a bloom star dress.

ł ₱₳ł₦₮ 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 heals

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.

B̂l̬͎̠͍͓̣̫̹͓̜͓̿̈́̀̈ͧ̔̒̍̈́̓͂̒̿ǒ̶̷͖̫̩̳͎̯̮͇͂͊̌́́̆̂̒̌̀͋ͭ͞͝_̡̡̯̱̱̪̭͎͈̳̪ͥ̍̐̌̀ͭ̃ͩ̿͢o̱ͮͣ͜m̛͉̜̘̰̥̦̘̣ͮ͐̑̿ͥ̍͂͐ͤ́́̉̚͜ͅS̴̷̢̧̗̺͎͐̓̈͑̐̇ͣ̐͡ͅt_̸̡̨̱̫̺̬̪̤͉̳̝̮͎͈̜̰̝̩̎͆̔̄́ͯ̊̅ͪ́̂̾͋̆͒̍ͥ̚̕̚̕͢͜͡a̛ͦ͜r̶̢̧̛̛̺̜̤̘͚̻̟̟̠͑̍ͧ́ͭ͒ͧ̎ͦ̋̑̋̉̿͗͘͞,̵̴̷̸̴̴̷̶͎̠̯̮̺̱̥̲̙͙̹͍̻͒̓̓͒̋̎ͮͣ͌̀ͫ̀͑̀̑̑ͩ͂̀̅̔̈͢͟ M̧̘ę̨̡̥̟͖̬̗͉̞͂͛̂͊̽̊̃́ͩ̏ͤͮͣ́̌͗̀͘͟͢͟͞ͅr̸̷̶̴̢̡̡̨̞̼͈̤̩̲͚̳̥͌̓́͊̌ͬ́ͦͧ̐̀͂͂͐̄̒͒́͡͞c̸̵̶̛̺̩̯̰̹͚̠̞̝͕ͪͫ̐̈̿ͬ̑ͮ͑̋̌̄̒́͜͝y̴̶̡̡̢̛̺̜͓̻̦̘̥̦̤̩̭̯̖̬̩̟͑̐̽̏͑̔̇̓́̌̎̒̀̈́̂̈͑̌ͨ͝͠ Ļ̸̴̸̛̖̙͍̺͚̥͎̫̙̟̈̏̑̓ͤ̈́͂͒ͫ̋̌̑̅̍ͤ̐͑̈̐̚͘͜u̶̷̡̢̟̲̰͖̜̗͔̭͚̝̻̭̠͆̈́̄͊ͬͦ̾̾ͅl̡̜̝͙̺̠͕͎͂̅̑͊ͫ̊͜͡l̡̘̥̬͓̰̟̬̞̲̼̜̠̄͌ͫ̆̅͛ͣ͗͊́ͦ̐̐̀́̔͘̕͝͝á_̶̵̷̧̡͉̟͕͈͇̫͎͖̹̤̏̑̏ͮ̊ͦͣͨͧ̇̃ͩ͛ͭ͌̀̉͛̑ͥ̎̍ͣ̉̚͡͝ḃ͈̥ͬ̂y̡̫̦ͮͤ̿ͦ͞_̶̸̶̨̛̛̭͓̝̺͈̲̲ͪ̏͌̃͑ͧͯ̾̈͂̆ͣ͐͜͜—̰̗̪̀̃̆

Keep me asleep while the blossom destroys the noise—

the noise

the noise

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₳₮ ɆĐł₮₴ ₮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₱

ł₦ ₥Ɏ ₴ⱠɆɆ₱