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CHIP AND FAIL xi
(Autistic author)

Karen made chum for dinner and
they all sat at the table.

"Thanks," Plankton says to Karen
as she hands him his plate.
She sits down with her own
plate after serving Chip his.

"Hi, Dad," Chip said tentatively, 
his voice a whisper in the 
stillness of the room.

Plankton's antennae twitched, but
his eye remained fixed on his
plate. The silence was a wall
between them, thick as seaweed and
just as impenetrable. Chip's heart
felt like it was sinking into his
stomach, the weight of his father's
silence heavier than any words
could have been.

Karen's screen darted between them,
a silent plea for peace. She knew
this was Plankton's way of dealing
with his overwhelm, but it was
torture for Chip, who craved
understanding and connection.

"So, how's your friends?" Karen
asks Chip.

Chip shrugs, his screen
darting to Plankton, who remains
silent, his antennae still. "They're
okay," he says, his voice
lacking its usual enthusiasm.

Karen sighs internally, the
tension at the dinner table
a heavy fog that seemed to
smother their usual banter. 

"Karen, can you pass the napkins?"
Plankton says. "Sure," she says
as she puts them in the middle.

"Dad, how do you feel about
the food?"

Plankton's antennae twitched but
his gaze remained on his plate,
his mouth a tight line. The silence
was a thick stew that no one knew
how to digest. Chip's eyes were
filled with hope, searching for
any sign of his father's usual
playfulness, but all he found
was a wall of quiet.

Chip's voice was a feeble
ripple in the vast ocean of their
silence. "Dad, can I get you a drink?"
he offered.

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, but he remained silent,
his eye never leaving his plate.
The air was thick with tension, like
seawater saturated with the
weight of their unspoken words.

Chip churned with
anxiety, each bite of chum a
reminder of the gap that had
suddenly widened between him and
his father. 

"Please, Dad," he murmured, his
voice barely audible above the
clink of their forks. Plankton's
antennas remained still, his eye
focused on the food before him.

Karen's heart was a tight knot in
her chest, her eyes darting
between her husband and son.
The silence was a living creature,
a Kraken of tension coiled around
them, squeezing the joy from the
room. She took a deep breath,
forcing a smile. "So, Chip, tell us
about your week," she said, her
voice too bright, too forced.

Chip took a tentative bite of his
chum, his eyes on Plankton's
unmoving antennae. "Well, I had a
good time at the carnival," he
began, his voice a sad echo of
his usual excitement. "I won
at the ring toss."

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, but he said nothing, his
silence a thick, unspoken wall. Chip
felt like a deflated balloon,
each of his words a futile attempt
to pierce the silence.

"And I met a new friend," Chip
continued, his voice a feeble thread
trying to weave through the
stillness. "She's a dolphin. She
was really cute." 

Plankton's antennae twitched again,
just a little, but it was enough to
keep Chip's hope afloat. 

Chip's voice grew stronger,
his words a lifeline thrown into
the turbulent sea of silence.
"Her name's Daisy," he said, a
tiny smile tugging. "We
played in the bubbles."

But Plankton's antennae remained
still, his eye on his plate. It
was as if Chip's words were bouncing
off an invisible shield, unable to
penetrate the fortress of his father's
mind. Chip's smile faltered, his screen
filling with unshed tears. He
wanted so badly to share his joy
with Plankton, but the wall of
silence was too high, too thick.

He took a deep breath, his
hands clenching around his fork.
"Dad, I know you're mad at me,"
he said, his voice trembling. "But I
just want to understand."

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, but he said nothing, his
face a mask of indifference.

The silence grew heavier
with each passing moment,
weighing down on Chip like an
oversized sponge soaked in
regret. He knew he had to
try again, to bridge the gap.

"Dad," he began, his voice
shaky but determined. "I know
I messed up today, but I want to
make it right." He took a deep
breath, willing the words to come.
"Can you tell me more about
your...about what happened to
you?" His voice was a tiny
bubble of hope rising in the
deep sea of their dinner.

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his eye flickering up to meet
Chip's for a brief moment before
dropping back to his plate. The
silence stretched on like a tight
rubber band, threatening to snap.

Karen's screen a tempest of
concern, torn between her love
for her husband and her
desire to help her son. She knew
Plankton needed his space, but
seeing the pain in Chip's screen was
like watching a piece of coral
being slowly eroded by the sea.

Chip's words hung in the air,
like a message in a bottle lost
at sea. Plankton's silence was a
reef that Chip's words couldn't
navigate around. He took a
deep breath, his heart a conch shell
echoing with hope. "Dad, I know
it's hard for you," he tried again,
his voice a gentle wave. "But if
you don't tell me, how can I
understand?"

The room was a pressure
cooker of unspoken emotion,
the tension rising with each
passing second. Karen's screen
pleaded with Plankton, willing him
to respond. But he remained
still, his antennae unmoving, his
eye a storm cloud over their meal.

Chip's heart felt like it was
being crushed in a vice, his words
falling on deaf antennae. "Dad,
please," he whispered, his voice
desperate. "I just want to help."

But Plankton's antennae remained
motionless, his eye averted.
The silence was a deep-sea trench
between them, vast and unbridgeable.
Chip's shoulders slumped, his hope
leaking away like water through
a sieve. He took another bite of
his chum, the taste of it suddenly
bitter on his tongue.

The clock on the wall ticked
loudly, each second a tiny hammer
on the anvil of his heart. Chip
forced a swallow, his throat tight
with emotion. "Dad," he said again,
his voice a tiny ripple in the vast
ocean of quiet. "I'm sorry." The room
held its breath, waiting for a
response, but none came. The
silence was a thick kelp that
choked, suffocating any
attempt at conversation.

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CATCH IN MY CHIP xi
(Autistic author)

Karen leans in closer to
Plankton, her voice a gentle
whisper. "It's okay," she says,
her eyes filled with warmth.
"You're okay." Plankton's breaths
are shallow, his chest rising
and falling with effort as he
shakes.

The room is a cocoon of
quiet, the outside world
muted by the thick walls
of their sanctuary. Karen's
hand is a constant, her
touch a reminder that he's
not alone. Plankton's gaze
flits to Chip, the question in
his eye unspoken.

"Chip," Karen says, her voice
a balm to Plankton's raw
nerves. "Your dad is in need
of some quiet time, okay?"
Her words are a gentle nudge,
guiding them through the
delicate dance of recovery.

Chip nods, his eyes never
leaving Plankton's face. "I
understand," he murmurs, though
his heart feels like it's been
tied in knots. He swallows
his questions, his fear for
his dad a lump in his throat.

Plankton's antennas twitch
slightly, his breathing
easing a fraction. He nods, the
gesture almost imperceptible. "Thank
you," he whispers, his voice
raspy with exhaustion. The
relief in his eye is palpable.

Chip watches, his own
emotions a tapestry of confusion
and concern. He wants to
reach out, to hold his dad close,
but he knows it's not the time.
Instead, he squeezes Karen's hand,
his silent promise to be
patient and understanding.

Plankton's eye closes, his body
slowly relaxing into the pillow.
The ringing in his ears
fades, the world coming back
into focus like a camera
lens slowly adjusting to the light.
The warmth of Karen's hand
on his forehead is a comfort,
his anchor in the sea of
sensation.

Her voice is a gentle lullaby,
guiding him back to shore.
"You're okay," she repeats,
each word a wave lapping
against the shore of his mind.
The room stops spinning, the
colors coalescing into
distinct shapes.

Plankton's gaze darts around
the room, seeking solace.
His eye lands on a spot on the
wall, a patch of
unblemished white. He focuses
on it, his breaths coming
slower, deeper. It's a sanctuary,
a place of peace amidst
the chaos. The spot becomes
his beacon, the world around
it a blurry periphery.

Karen's hand on his forehead
is cool, a balm to his racing
thoughts. "Look at the spot,"
she whispers, her voice a
soothing melody. "Just the
spot." He nods, his eye
locking onto the white, his
breaths syncing with hers.

The spot is a lifeline in the
storm, a beacon of calm in
his sensory chaos. Plankton
stares at it, willing the
world to recede. The colors
around it blur, the sounds
of the room dull to a
whisper. It's just him and
the spot, a silent pact
between them to conquer
the tempest.

Karen's voice is a gentle
wave, lapping at the edges
of his mind. "When you're
ready, take a deep breath.
In, out. Slowly." She
guides him through the
exercise, her tone soothing.
Plankton tries to focus,
his body responding to the
familiar rhythm.

The spot on the wall
becomes clearer, the edges
sharper. The world around it
softens, the colors bleeding
back into the fabric of the
room. His breathing slows,
his chest rising and falling
in time with Karen's gentle
prompts. The spot is his
sanctuary, a bastion of
calm in the overwhelming
storm.

But then, it starts. The
tic, a twitch of his antenna.
A reminder that his mind
is not entirely his own,
his body a marionette to the
whims of his neurodiversity.
Plankton's antennas begin to
still, his body gradually
relinquishing the tension
that had held it hostage. The
tic in his left antenna, a
quick spasm that had
become more frequent.

Karen's eyes don't leave his
face, her gaze a silent
support. She knows the
dance of his tics all too
well, a choreography
that they've lived with
for years. She squeezes his
hand, her touch a silent
promise to stand by him
through the storm. It's
his body's way of releasing
the tension that builds
up like pressure in a volcano.
The tic is a tide, rising
and falling, unpredictable and
uncontrollable.

Plankton's head jerks to
the side, the sudden
movement a stark contrast
to the stillness of the
room. Chip's eyes go wide
with concern.

"It's okay," Karen murmurs,
squeezing Plankton's hand. "It's
just your body. It's okay."
Her voice is a lullaby, a gentle
reminder that he's not alone.
The tic subsides, his
antennas returning to their
usual state.

Chip's eyes dart from his
dad to his mom, his mind
whirring with questions. "What
was that?" he asks, his voice
quiet, afraid to disturb the
fragile peace.

Karen's hand moves to
Plankton's antenna, her thumb
tracing the line of his twitch.
"It's just his body's way
of dealing with the
overstimulation," she
explains, her voice calm
but tinged with sadness. "It's
a tic, Chip. It's part of
his autism."

Chip nods, his eyes wide
with understanding. "Will
he be okay?" he asks, his
voice small in the face of his
father's struggle.

Karen's grip on Plankton's
hand tightens, her voice a
steady stream of comfort. "Yes,
he will," she says with
confidence. "This happens
sometimes. We just need to be
patient and give him time."

Plankton's antennas still
slightly, the tremor a
reminder of the storm
that had passed through
his mind. His breaths come
more evenly now, the spot on
the wall his silent companion
as he finds his way back
to the world.

Chip's eyes are full of
questions, his heart heavy with
concern. He watches as his
dad's body relaxes, the tension
easing like a retreating tide.
"I'll get him some water,"
Karen says, her voice a
whisper. She squeezes Plankton's
hand once more before rising,
leaving the two of them
alone in the quiet.

Plankton's eye meets Chip's,
his gaze apologetic.

Chip swallows his fear.

"Daddy?" he whispers, his
voice cracking. Plankton's
eye flutters open, the panic
gone, replaced by a
fatigue that seems to
weigh down his very soul.

"I'm okay," he manages,
his voice a rasp. "Just tired."

Chip nods, his hand
tentatively reaching out to
touch his dad's arm. The
contact is tentative, a
question and a comfort all
in one. Plankton's antennas
twitch again, but this time
it's with the beginnings of
a smile. "Thanks, buddy," he
says, his voice hoarse.

The room is a cocoon of
silence, the air thick with
unspoken words. Plankton
swallows hard, the weight
of his own emotions pressing
down on his chest like a
leaden blanket. "I'm sorry," he
whispers, his gaze never
leaving Chip's.

Chip's eyes are pools of
concern, the question in his
eyes unspoken but potent.
"For what?" he asks, his
voice barely above a whisper.

Plankton's antennas droop
slightly, his eye reflecting the
shame he feels. "For scaring
you," he says, his voice
hoarse. "For not being
able to control it."

Chip's hand tightens around
his dad's arm, his eyes
brimming with tears he's too
proud to shed. "It's okay,
Daddy," he says, the words a
soft whisper. "You don't have
to be sorry."

Plankton's smile is weak,
his antennas still. "I know," he
replies, his voice a
whisper. "But it's hard not
to be." He swallows, his
throat dry from the battle
his body has just endured.

Karen returns with a
glass of water, her steps
silent on the soft carpet. She
hands it to Plankton, who
gratefully takes a sip, the
cool liquid soothing his
parched throat. The tension in
the room is a palpable
entity, a third person in
their silent conversation.

"What happened?" Chip asks,
his voice small, the question
a balloon of curiosity
floating in the heavy air.

"It's just part of who
I am," Plankton says, his
voice still hoarse from his
episode. He takes another
sip of water, the coldness
of it a stark contrast to
his fevered skin. "My
autism, it makes my brain
work differently."

Chip's hand is still on
his arm, a silent
offer of comfort. "But
you're okay now," he
says, his voice hopeful.
Plankton nods, the
motion almost imperceptible.

"Thanks to Mom," he murmurs, his
eye swiveling to Karen, who
smiles at him with a mix of
relief and love. "She's the
reason I made it through."

Chip looks at Karen with a newfound
respect, his young mind trying to
comprehend the gravity of what he's
just witnessed. "You're both
strong," he says, his voice
steady, the fear momentarily
pushed aside by admiration.

Karen's smile is a soft glow,
the pride in her eyes unmistakable.
"We all have our moments," she
says, her hand resting on
Plankton's shoulder. "It's
how we face them that makes
us who we are." She glances
at the clock, the ticking a
reminder of the time they've lost
to the sensory storm. "Why don't
you go play for a bit, Chip?
Your dad needs some rest, and I
think we could all use a
moment to process."

Chip nods, his eyes
still filled with unspoken
questions. But he trusts
his mom, and he can see the
exhaustion etched into
Plankton's face. He slides off
the bed, his feet silent on
the floor. With one last look
at his dad, he heads for the
door, the weight of the
moment heavy on his
shoulders.

Karen watches him go,
her heart aching for the
fear he must be feeling.
But she knows that with
time and patience, he'll
understand. He'll grow to
see his dad not as a
mystery to be solved, but as
a person to be loved and
supported, just like anyone
else.

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GREAT CHIP xi
(Autistic author)

After a moment, she turned and walked
towards the workshop door, her steps slow
and deliberate. She paused, her hand
on the doorknob, looking back at Chip with a
mixture of pain and resolve. "I'll check
on your father," she said, her voice a whisper.
"You... you clean up here."

Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving
his mother's. He knew she was hurting too,
but she was putting on a brave face for him.
As she disappeared into the workshop,
his heart felt like it was in a vice. He'd never
seen his parents like this before.

The kitchen was a mess of shattered
dishes and splattered jelly, a stark
contrast to the usually pristine space.
He took a deep breath and began to
collect the broken pieces, his mind racing
with thoughts of his father's pain.

Karen's footsteps were quiet
as she approached the workshop,
the door slightly ajar. She could
hear Plankton's muffled sobs from
inside, his tiny body hunched
over his workbench. She took a
deep breath, steeling herself for
what she might find.

The room was a whirlwind of
half-finished inventions, wires
and gadgets scattered about.
Her heart broke at the sight of her
husband, the usually stoic and
resourceful Plankton, reduced to a
tiny, shaking figure, his antennae
drooped like the wilted leaves of
a forgotten houseplant.

"Plankton?" Karen's voice was a soft
whisper, cutting through the quiet.
He didn't look up, his sobs the
only sound in the cluttered room.
Slowly, she approached, her eyes
taking in the chaos around them.
"Honey," she began, her voice
trembling. "I know you're upset, but..."

Plankton's sobs grew louder,
his body shaking with the force of
his emotions. Karen reached out,
her hand hovering over his shoulder,
uncertain whether to touch him.

Finally, she decided that in this moment,
space was what he needed most. She
stood there, a silent sentinel, her presence
a gentle reminder that she was there
for him. "Plankton," she said softly,
her voice a balm in the storm of his
rage. "Can I get you anything?"

Plankton's sobs grew quieter,
his tiny frame heaving with the
weight of his emotions. "No,"
he said, his voice muffled.

Karen took a step closer,
her hand still hovering. "Do you
want me to stay?" she asked, her
tone gentle.

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his head nodding slightly. It was the
barest of movements, but it spoke
volumes to Karen. She stepped
forward, wrapping her arms around
his shoulders, careful not to press
too hard. He stiffened at first, but
then, ever so slightly, leaned into her.

Her embrace was gentle, her touch
like a soft breeze, offering comfort without
smothering his pain. "I always love you."

The words hung in the air,
their quiet strength a stark contrast
to the chaos of the kitchen. Plankton
felt his body begin to relax, his sobs
easing as Karen's warmth seeped in.

He took a deep, shuddering breath,
his antennae drooping. "I'm sorry,"
he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
"I didn't mean to... I don't know..."

Karen's grip tightened, her hand
sliding up to cradle his head. "It's okay,"
she soothed, her voice a gentle lullaby.

Plankton's antennae twitched
nervously against her, but he didn't pull away.
He knew she was there for him, even when
his own mind was a tempest of confusion.

"You don't have to apologize," Karen
whispered.

Her words were a balm to Plankton's
raw nerves, and he leaned into her
embrace. She knew he was
sensitive post-episode, his emotions
like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap.
Her heart ached for him, for the fear
and frustration he felt in those moments.

Karen's eyes scanned the room,
noticing the chaos of Plankton's
workshop, his mind's refuge.
Usually, the disarray was organized,
each gear and wire in its place. Now,
it was as though a tornado had swept
through, leaving a trail of half-finished
inventions in its wake.

Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his
body still tense under her touch.
"I just... I don't want you to look
at me and see something broken
and unlovable.."

Karen's eyes filled with tears.
"You are you, and that is all 
I've ever loved."

The words hung in the air,
a gentle rebuttal to the harshness
of the earlier scene. Plankton's
sobs grew quieter, his breathing
evening out. Chip hovered at the
entrance, his heart a tumultuous
sea of regret and fear. He'd hurt
his father, and he didn't know
how to fix it.

He took a tentative step into
the workshop, his eyes scanning
the room. The mess was a stark
reminder of the turmoil Plankton
was feeling, and it only served
to amplify Chip's own guilt.
He watched his mother's careful
movements, her gentle touch,
and he desperately wanted to do
the same.

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The wind whispers through the leaves of 
the nearby trees, carrying with it the 
scent of fresh-cut grass and the distant 
sound of seagulls. It's a simple pleasure, 
but one that Plankton has often missed 
in his quest to protect his son from the 
storms in his own mind.

Suddenly, the serenity is shattered as a 
ball comes hurtling through the air, 
narrowly missing Plankton's head. He 
flinches, his antennae shooting straight 
up in alarm. Chip's swing comes to an 
abrupt halt, his eyes wide with fear. The 
children playing nearby laugh, unaware 
of the chaos their game has brought to 
the quiet corner of the playground.

Plankton's eye darts around, trying to 
process the sudden assault of sound 
and movement. His breath comes in 
quick, shallow gasps, and Karen can 
see the beginnings of a panic attack 
forming on his face. "Daddy!" Chip 
shouts, jumping off his swing and racing 
to his side.

With surprising speed and grace, Chip 
leaps into action, catching Plankton just 
as he starts to topple off the swing.

"Daddy!" Chip says, his voice filled with 
urgency as he gently guides Plankton's 
unresponsive body to the soft grass 
below. The love rock still clutches in his 
small hand.

Karen rushes over, her eyes wide with 
concern. "Is he ok?" she asks, kneeling 
beside them.

Chip nods, his chest heaving. "He has 
an absence seizure thing," he says, his voice 
shaking slightly. He looks up at Karen, 
his eyes filled with fear and confusion. 
"What do we do?"

Karen's eyes fill with a mix of panic and 
love as she takes in the sight of 
Plankton, his body frozen in mid-swing, 
his antennae limp. She's been here 
before, but it never gets easier. "It's ok," 
she says, her voice calm despite her 
racing heart. "Just give him a moment. 
He'll come back to us."

Chip nods, his grip on the love rock 
tightening as he watches his father. The 
world seems to slow down around them, 
the laughter of the other children fading 
into a distant memory. Plankton's 
breathing is shallow, his body stiff. Karen 
reaches out, placing a gentle hand on 
his back, feeling the rise and fall of his 
chest.

The seconds tick by like hours, each 
one filled with the weight of uncertainty. 
Chip clutches the love rock, willing his 
dad to come back. He's seen this 
before, but it never gets easier. He 
remembers the first time it happened, 
the fear that had gripped him, the feeling 
of helplessness as his dad's eye glazed 
over. But now, he knows what to do. 
He's not as scared; he's prepared.

With trembling hands, Chip takes out the 
love rock, its smoothness a comforting 
reminder of their conversation. He 
places it gently in Plankton's palm, 
curling the slender fingers around it. 
"You're ok," he whispers, his voice 
steady despite the storm of emotions 
inside. "We’re here."

Plankton's body remains still, a stark 
contrast to the vibrant world around 
them. The squeaks of the swings, the 
laughter of the children, the distant 
crash of waves, all seem to fade into the 
background as they wait for him to 
return from his brief retreat.

Karen sits beside Chip, her hand on his 
shoulder, offering silent support.

Time seems to stand still as they wait, 
the rock in Plankton's hand a silent 
testament to their newfound bond. The 
park's vibrant sounds muffle into a 
distant symphony, the world holding its 
breath for Plankton's return. Above 
them, the sun casts a warm, gentle light, 
the shadows dancing as if in a silent 
ballet of concern.

The seconds stretch into eternity, each 
one a heartbeat of hope. Chip's eyes 
never leave his father, willing him back 
with all his might. The rock in Plankton's 
palm is a symbol of love and 
understanding, a bridge connecting 
them through the stormy seas of his 
mind.

As Plankton's body remains frozen, the 
world around them seems to hold its 
breath. The rustling of the leaves above, 
the distant laughter of children, even the 
crash of waves in the background seem 
to hush in respectful silence. It's as if the 
universe itself is offering a quiet 
sanctuary for Plankton's return.

Chip's eyes never leave his father's 
face, his grip on the love rock in 
Plankton's palm unwavering. His heart 
races with fear, but he squeezes the 
rock tighter, trying to channel the love 
and support he feels into his dad's 
unresponsive hand. Chip decides to 
whisper comforting words.
"Daddy, it's ok," he says softly. "You're 
safe here with me and Mom."

Karen's eyes are filled with a mix of fear 
and admiration for her son's courage. 
She watches as Chip decides to 
continue.

"Remember the rock, Daddy?" Chip 
whispers. "It's my way of saying I love 
you."

Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, a 
glimmer of recognition in his eye. The 
world around them seems to hold its 
breath, the very air thick with 
anticipation. Chip's voice is the only 
sound, a gentle lullaby in the cacophony 
of the playground.

The rock in Plankton's hand feels warm, 
almost alive, as if it's absorbing the love 
Chip is whispering into it. Chip watches 
as Plankton's antennae slowly start to 
wiggle, a sign that he's coming back to 
them. "I'm here," Chip says, his voice 
barely audible. "I'll always be here."

Karen's hand moves to cover Chip's, her 
eyes glistening with tears she's trying 
hard to hold back. The sight of her son's 
unwavering support is both 
heartbreaking and awe-inspiring. 
Plankton's chest rises and falls more 
steadily, his breathing evening out.

The rock in Plankton's hand seems to 
pulse with a gentle warmth, a silent 
acknowledgment of Chip's words. Karen 
sees the tension in Plankton's features 
begin to ease, his antennae drooping 
slightly as he starts to come back to 
them. It's a delicate process, like waking 
a sleeping dragon. Any sudden 
movement could send him back into the 
storm.

Chip's voice is a beacon, guiding 
Plankton through the fog. 
"It's ok," Chip repeats, his voice 
soothing, "You're with us." Plankton's 
antennae twitch again, and Karen can 
see the spark of understanding in his 
eye.

Slowly, Plankton's body starts to relax. 
The tension in his shoulders eases, and 
his antennae twitch in a way that tells 
Karen he's listening, that he's with them 
again. His breathing evens out, and his 
eyelid flickers closed.

For a moment, Chip is afraid. But then, 
Plankton's hand tightens slightly around 
the rock, giving him a squeeze that says 
'Thank you'. Karen smiles, her eyes 
shimmering with relief. "Looks like he’s 
asleep," she whispers, her voice filled 
with a mix of humor and love.

Chip nods, his own eyes never leaving 
Plankton's peaceful face. They stay like 
that for a while, the three of them, in the 
quiet sanctuary of the park bench. The 
storm in Plankton's mind has passed, 
leaving them in a gentle lull.

The playground's sounds slowly start to 
filter back in, the chatter of children, the 
distant hum of the city, the rustling of 
leaves in the breeze. Chip keeps 
whispering, his voice a gentle caress in 
the stillness. "It's ok, Daddy. You're 
safe."

Karen watches her son with a mix of 
love and sadness, knowing the weight 
he now carries. He's growing up too fast, 
she thinks, but he's handling it with more 
grace than anyone could ask for. 

Plankton's hand relaxes around the 
rock, his breathing deep and even. The 
storm inside him has passed for now, 
leaving them with a quiet, precious 
moment.

Chip leans into her, his voice a whisper. 
"Is he going to be ok?"

Karen nods, her eyes never leaving 
Plankton's peaceful face. "He'll be fine," 
she says. "Rest is sometimes the best 
thing for him after an episode."

Chip nods, his grip on the rock in 
Plankton's hand loosening slightly. He 
looks around the park, the world coming 
back into focus. The other kids are 
playing, their laughter a gentle reminder 
of the life that goes on outside their little 
bubble of concern.

"Should we go home?" Chip asks, his 
voice still hushed.

Karen nods. "Let's get him into the 
shade," she says, gesturing to a nearby 
tree. "The fresh air and quiet will do him 
good."

Together, they gently lift Plankton and 
carry him to the cool, shaded spot. Chip 
is careful not to jostle him too much, his 
little hands supporting Plankton's head.

Under the tree, Karen lays a blanket on 
the ground and they place him down. 
His antennae are still now, no longer 
dancing with the stress of the seizure. 
His breath is deep and even, his 
features relaxed in sleep.

Chip watches him intently, his thumb 
tracing the smooth surface of the love 
rock. "He's going to be ok, right?" he 
asks, his voice a barely audible whisper. 
Karen nods, her eyes filled with a fierce 
protectiveness. "Of course, sweetie," 
she says. "Daddy just needs some rest."

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SHELF IMPROVEMENT xi
(Autistic author)

Karen stood up. She 
needed to check on 
Chip, to make sure he 
was okay after the 
scary scene he had 
witnessed. She stepped 
out of the room, 
leaving the door 
cracked open, 
listening for any 
sign of movement 
from Plankton.

The house was 
quiet, the only sound 
being the distant 
thump of Chip's 
footsteps. She 
walked down the hallway, 
each step heavier 
than the last.

When she reached 
Chip's room, she 
found him sitting on 
his bed, his screen 
blurry with unshed 
tears. He looked up 
as she entered, his eyes 
wide with worry.

"Mom," he said, 
his voice small.

Karen's heart 
broke anew. She 
crossed the room 
and sat beside him, 
wrapping her arms 
around his small 
frame. "Chip," she 
whispered, "it's okay."

Chip leaned into her 
embrace, his body 
shaking with 
sobs. "But Dad...," 
he choked out. "Dad was 
so mad at me."

Karen's heart 
was heavy. She 
stroking his back. 
"He's not mad at you, 
Chip," she said, her 
voice gentle. "His brain 
is just... different 
now. He's scared and 
overwhelmed."

Chip sniffled, 
his shoulders 
heaving. "But why?"

"Because of his 
autism," Karen 
explained, her voice 
soft and steady. "It's 
like he's experiencing 
the world with all his 
senses turned up to 
max. Sometimes it's 
too much, and it can 
make him upset."

Chip's sobs grew 
quieter as he 
absorbed her words. "But 
I didn't mean to," 
he murmured, his voice 
filled with regret.

"I know, buddy," 
Karen said, her voice 
soothing. "And Dad 
knows you didn't mean to. 
We all just need to 
learn how to be more 
careful with each other."

Chip nodded 
against her shoulder, 
his body slowly 
relaxing into her 
embrace. "I don't 
want him to be sad," 
he whispered.

Karen kissed 
his forehead. "I 
know, Chip. And we'll 
make sure he isn't. 
We'll all learn 
together."

They sat in 
silence for a few 
more moments, 
until Chip's 
sniffles subsided.

"Would you like 
to go see him?" 
Karen asked, her 
voice tentative.

Chip nodded, 
his screen wiping 
away tears. "But 
I don't want to make 
Dad mad again," he 
whispered.

"You won't," Karen 
promised, her voice 
filled with warmth. 
"We'll go in together, 
and I'll be right here 
with you."

They walked back 
to Plankton's room, 
their steps measured. Karen 
pushed the door open 
carefully, her gaze 
flicking to the bed. 
Plankton was still 
asleep, his snores 
now a comforting 
lullaby in the quiet 
space.

Chip's eyes were 
glued to his dad, 
his antennae quivering 
slightly. "Dad?" he 
whispered.

Karen nodded, 
swiping at her own 
tears. "Let's just 
watch him for a 
moment," she said, 
guiding Chip to the 
chair beside the 
bed. They sat down 
together, their 
hands joined.

Plankton's antennae 
twitched slightly 
in his sleep, and 
Karen held her breath, 
fearing he might 
wake up. But he 
remained still, his 
tiny frame nestled 
under the blanket.

"Look, Chip," she 
whispered, pointing 
to Plankton's peaceful 
face. "Dad's sleeping. 
Let's not wake him 
up yet."

Chip nodded, 
his gaze never leaving 
his father. "But I 
want to tell him I'm 
sorry," he said, his voice 
barely above a 
whisper.

"You can tell him 
later," Karen assured, 
squeezing his hand. "Let's 
let him rest for now."

Chip nodded, 
his eyes never leaving 
Plankton's sleeping 
form. "Okay," he murmured, 
his voice thick with 
unshed tears. "But I'll 
make it up to him. I've a
science fair at school
tonight and would like
you both to come. I know
he enjoys science."

Karen's heart 
swelled with pride 
and hope. "That's 
a wonderful idea, 
Chip," she said, 
smiling through her 
tears. "I'm sure 
your father would love to 
see your project."

They sat in 
companionable silence 
for a few moments 
more before Karen 
stood up. "Go get 
ready," she said, 
gently tugging on 
Chip's arm. "We have 
a science fair to attend."

Chip's eyes 
lit up with 
excitement. 
"Really?"

"Yes," Karen 
nodded, standing 
up. "We'll all go 
together and 
support you."

Chip perked up, and 
he scurried out of the 
room, eager to get 
ready for the 
science fair. Karen 
watched him go, 
his enthusiasm a 
tiny beacon of light 
in the heavy silence 
that lingered. She took 
a deep breath, 
preparing herself for 
the task ahead.

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CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xi
(By NeuroFabulous)


Karen watched, her hand tightly
gripping his, her breath shallow,
as the surgeon worked with a
precision that could only come from
years of practice.

Plankton remained still under
the anesthesia, his antennae
completely at ease. Rachel, the
hygienist, hovered nearby, her eyes
always on Plankton, ready to
assist if needed.

The surgery felt like
eternity, but it was over
sooner than she had feared.
Plankton's antennae remained
still, his breathing deep
and even. Dr. McSquinty
finished the last stitch, his
tentacles moving with a
sureness that was almost
hypnotic. "We're all done,"
he said, his voice a gentle
rumble.

Dr. McSquinty's tentacles moved
quickly and deftly, his focus
on the task at hand. Karen watched
as the surgeon's tentacles gently
placed the gauze into Plankton's
mouth.

The room was silent except
for the steady beep of the
heart rate monitor and the
slight snores from Plankton's
relaxed form. Rachel, the
hygienist, checked the gauze's
placement, her eyes meeting
Karen's. She nodded, her expression
serene. Karen takes a picture and
sends it to Sandy.

"He's doing well," Rachel
whispered, her eyes on the
monitor. "His vitals are all
normal." Karen nods, her
throat tight. "Thank you,"
she murmurs.
Plankton's antennae lay still,
his chest rising and falling
evenly. The anesthesia had
worked its magic, his mind
now free from the storm of
sensory input that had once
threatened to consume him.

Karen watched as Dr. McSquinty
removes the Iv,
but Plankton was oblivious,
his sleep deep and peaceful.

The anesthesia had done its
job, and Rachel, the hygienist,
remained there to wake him.

"Plankton, Plankton," Rachel's voice
was a lullaby, her hand light on
his shoulder. His antennae
twitched slightly, his eye
flickering open. "You're all
done, sweetheart," she murmured.

Plankton blinked, his gaze
unfocused. The room was dim,
his mouth feeling peculiar.
"Whath's happen'd?" he mumbled,
his voice slurred. Karen's screen
swam into view, her smile a beacon
in the fog of confusion.

"You had your wisdom teeth out,"
she said gently, her hand
still in his. "You're okay, Plankton."
Her voice was a balm to his
fuzzy mind. His antennae twitched
slightly, trying to process the
information.

Plankton's gaze flickered around
the room, the shapes and sounds
familiar yet foreign. He felt groggy,
his body weighted down by
the anesthesia. Rachel smiles. "You'll
be tired and a little numb for today Mr.
Plankton, but you can nap once Karen
takes you home!"

Karen's eyes searched his,
their depths filled with love and
concern. "How do you feel?" she
asked, her voice low and gentle.

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, his gaze unfocused.
"Tiwed," he murmured, his voice
slurred by the aftereffects of
the anesthesia. "But... it's done?"

Karen nodded, her smile gentle.
"Yes, it's done," she said, her voice
a soothing lilt. "You're so brave."

Plankton's antennae quivered
slightly as he tried to sit up,
his body protesting the sudden
movement. Karen's hand
was a steady anchor, helping
to ground him in reality. The
world spun for a moment, but
soon the fog began to clear.

"Easy," she murmured, her voice
a lifeline in the haze. "Take your
time, Plankton." Her eyes searched
his, looking for signs of distress.
His antennae drooped slightly,
his gaze drifting to the ceiling
above. The lights were dimmer now,
the sounds of the office
muffled.

With Rachel's help, they
managed to get Plankton to his
feet, his legs wobbly. Karen
wrapped an arm around his waist,
supporting him as they made their
way out.

"We'll take it slow," she
murmured, her voice gentle. His
antennas twitched in sleepy
agreement, his eye half-lidded.
The world felt thick and slow,
each step an effort. The pain in his
mouth was distant, muffled by
the fog of anesthesia.
Plankton leaned into Karen,
his antennae drooping with
grogginess. The gentle pressure
of her arm around his waist
was the only thing keeping him upright.

They moved through the office,
his sluggish steps echoing in the
silence. Rachel held the door
open for them, her smile warm.
"Take care of him, he'll be sleepy," 
she said, her voice
soft. Karen nodded, her gaze
never leaving Plankton's face.

The cool air outside was a
sharp contrast to the sterile
environment of the dental
office. Plankton's antennae
twitched slightly as he took
in the world around him,
his senses still dulled by
the lingering anesthesia.

Karen's arm remained
steadfast around his waist,
guiding him through the parking
lot. The sound of gravel crunching
underfoot was oddly soothing,
his mind still fuzzy from the
remaining effects of the surgery.

The car was a familiar
sanctuary, and Plankton
collapsed into the passenger seat
with a sigh, his antennae drooping.
Karen buckled him in with gentle
care, her eyes searching his
for any signs of pain or discomfort.

"Alright, love," she murmured,
her voice a soothing balm. "We're going
to get you home, and you can
sleep it off." Her hand rested
on his shoulder, her eyes on
his sleepy gaze.

But Plankton's eye kept
drooping, his antennae quivering
with the effort to stay conscious.
"Karen," he slurred, his voice
barely audible. "I'm... I'm tiwed."

"I know, sweetie," she said, her
voice soothing. "You just had surgery.
You need to rest. Now let's get home!"

But Plankton's body had other
ideas. His eyelid fluttered
closed, his antennae barely twitching.
Karen chuckled softly, her
heart swelling with affection.
"You can sleep in the car,"
she assured him. "But try to stay
awake for a little while longer."

Plankton's antennae shot up
with a valiant effort to comply,
his eye opening wide for a moment.
But the warmth of the car and the
gentle hum of the engine were
too much for him to resist.
Within seconds, his head
was lolling to the side,
his antennae drooping in defeat.

"Plankton," Karen whispered, her
voice a gentle prod. His antennae
twitched, his eye fluttering open.
"Stay with me, okay?" Her smile
was tired but filled with love.

He nodded, his antennae drooping
again. "M'trying," he mumbled, his
voice thick with sleep. Karen
chuckled softly, starting the
car. The engine's hum was
lulling, the vibrations soothing
to his overwhelmed senses.

As the car pulled out of the
parking lot, Plankton's antennae
twitched, trying to keep
alert. But the warmth of the
car and the gentle sway of the
seat were too much. His eye
closed again, his head lolling
back against the headrest.

Karen's voice was a steady
companion, her words a gentle
reminder of reality. "Stay
with me, Plankton," she said,
her tone filled with love.

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his eye sliding open with
difficulty. "M'trying," he murmured,
his voice thick with sleep.

The car's gentle rocking
lulled him back into
slumber, his antennae drooping
against the headrest. Karen's
voice was a soft melody, her
words a gentle nudge to stay
conscious. "Wake up, Plankton,"
she whispered. "We're going
home, and you can sleep there."

With each word, his antennae
wobbled in protest, his eye
fighting to stay open. "Mm," he
mumbled, his voice a sleepy
whisper. "Home." He was so tired,
his body begging for rest.

Karen's voice was a gentle
reminder of the world outside
his sleep-filled haze. "We're
almost there, Plankton," she
soothed, her eyes never leaving
the road. "Just stay with me a
little longer."

But the siren call of sleep
was too strong. His antennae
twitched one last time before
going still, his breathing
evening out as he gave in to the
warm embrace of unconsciousness.

Karen watched him with
a mix of concern and affection,
his peaceful expression a stark
contrast to the fear from before.
"Looks like you've had enough,"
she whispered to herself,
a hint of a smile playing on
her screen. She drove with care,
his head leaning against the
window, the soft snores echoing
in the quiet car.

The scenery outside the window
was a blur, the world moving
too fast for his sleep-laden
brain to process. Each bump in
the road jolted him slightly,
his antennae twitching in protest.
"Wake up, Plankton," Karen said,
keeping her voice low and calm.
He stirred, his antennae
perking up slightly. "We're almost
there."

But the lure of sleep was
powerful, pulling him back into
its embrace. His antennae
drooped, his breaths growing
even deeper. "Mmph," he mumbled,
his voice muffled by the gauze
still in his mouth.

"Just a few more minutes,
Plankton," Karen coaxed, her voice
soft. The car's gentle motion
was hypnotic, each turn and
bump in the road a siren's
song to his weary mind. "You can
sleep when we get home."

Plankton's antennae
twitched, his eye fluttering
open. He nodded slightly,
his head lolling to the side.
"M'trying," he murmured, his
voice barely audible. The anesthesia
still had a firm grip on
his consciousness, his body
craving the oblivion of sleep.

Karen's hand remained
steady on his shoulder,
her voice a gentle coaxing.
"Look, Plankton," she said,
her tone soft. "We're almost
home. Stay with me."

The world outside was a
blur of colors and shapes,
each passing tree and building
just another obstacle in
his battle against the
dragging weight of sleep.
Plankton's antennae quivered
slightly, his eye trying to focus.
"Mmhmm," he mumbled, his
voice thick with grogginess.

Karen's gentle voice was
his tether to reality, her
soothing words a lullaby
guiding him through the
hazy fog of anesthesia. "You're
doing so well, Plankton,"
she murmured, her grip on
his shoulder firm yet comforting.
"Almost there, buddy."

Plankton's antennae
twitched in response, his
eye opening briefly to meet
hers. He nodded, the effort
to stay awake etched on his
face. The world outside the
car was a blur of greens and
blues, the sun casting a warm
glow over everything. His
body felt heavy, each breath
a struggle against the
weight of his eyelid.

"Look, Plankton," Karen said,
her voice a whisper in the quiet
car. "We're home."

new chip on the shoulders tripcore xi

CHIP IN MY BOX xi
(Autistic author)


In the quiet of the room,
Plankton's breathing is the
only sound, a steady
reminder of his presence.
Chip's eyes are on his
father, his mind racing with
thoughts of the day's events.
He's seen Plankton tired
before, but never like this.
Never so lost in his own
thoughts, so overwhelmed by the
world around him.

Chip feels the weight of
his promise to protect his
father's sanctity. His hand
reaches out to Plankton's arm,
his touch tentative but reassuring.
"It's okay, Dad."

Plankton's breathing evens
out, his body relaxing into
the bed's embrace. His antennae
twitch slightly, his mind
still racing. "Thank you," he murmurs,
his voice soft as his eye flutters
closed.

Chip lies beside him, his
small hand resting lightly on
his father's arm, as
his promise to be more
careful keeps his eyes open.
He watches Plankton.

Plankton's breathing slows, his
body finally letting go of the
tension. His antennae
twitch one last time before
stillness takes over. His
eye closes, his features relaxed
in sleep. His antennae
rest gently on the pillow.

Chip lies there, his own eyes
open, watching his father's
sleeping form, the only sound
being Plankton's rhythmic breaths.
He's never felt more connected
to him, or more responsible for
his wellbeing. He can see
the outline of Plankton's face,
his features relaxed in slumber,
and it's as if he's seeing him
for the first time, really seeing
the struggle behind the
inventions and the jokes.

Plankton's antennae twitch
slightly in his sleep, a gentle
reminder of the complex mind
that's working even in rest.

Chip's eyes trace the lines
of his father's face, the
worry etched into his
features smoothing out
as he sleeps. He feels a
weight lift from his chest,
his breathing matching the
steady rhythm of Plankton's.

The next morning
Chip wakes up 
before his dad next
to him.

Plankton's antennae
are still, his breathing
deep and even. Chip
can't help but feel a
surge of protectiveness
as he watches him. He
remembers the fear and
confusion from the night
before, and the promise
he made to be more
understanding, more
careful.

Chip's eyes are glued
to Plankton's face, the
tiny movements of his
father's antennae as he
dreams. The soft
snores are a comforting
soundtrack to the early
morning silence.

With a gentle touch,
Chip reaches over to
his father's side, his
small hand hovering over
Plankton's antennae.
He wants to show his
affection, but fears
waking him up. The
memory of last night's
frightening episode is still
fresh in his mind.

He's learned that
sometimes, love is not
about loud gestures, but
about quiet moments of
understanding and care.
He watches Plankton's
chest rise and fall
rhythmically, the soft
snores a lullaby to
his own racing thoughts.

Slowly, so as not
to disturb him, Chip's
hand reaches out and
his fingertips graze
his father's antennae.
He's afraid to touch
them fully, afraid
the contact might shatter
the fragile peace of
his father's sleep.

Plankton stirs slightly,
his antennae twitching.
Chip's breath catches,
but Plankton settles again.
The snores become softer,
his body relaxing into
the mattress.

Chip's hand hovers,
his mind racing.
How can he show love
without waking his dad?
He's seen the pain of
his father's reality breaks
and doesn't want to cause
another one.

He recalls the softness
of Karen's voice, the way
she touched Plankton's
hand so gently.
He tries to mimic her
calmness, his hand
shaking slightly as
it hovers over
his father's arm.

He takes a deep breath,
his eyes never leaving
his father's face.
Then, with the
lightest touch imaginable,
his fingertips brush against
Plankton's arm.

Plankton's antennae quiver,
but his eye stays closed.

Chip's mind races with
ideas, his hand hovering
over his father's arm. He
thinks of all the ways
his mother had touched him
last night, the gentle strokes
and soothing whispers that
helped ground him. He tries
to replicate that, his thumb
tracing a soft arc over
his father's shoulder now.

Plankton's antennae twitch
again, but his breathing
remains steady. Chip's heart
is a drum in his chest,
his eyes wide with hope. He's
learned that for Plankton,
touch can be both a source
of comfort and a trigger.
He needs to be careful.

He tries different
pressures, light as a
feather and then a gentle
squeeze. Plankton's body
remains still, his sleep
deep and undisturbed.
Encouraged, Chip moves up
to Plankton's face, his
thumb tracing the contour of
his ch...

The soft touch of Chip's
fingertips against his
cheek causes Plankton to
flinch, his eye snapping
open with a gasp. "Chip?" He
sounds groggy, disoriented.

Chip's eyes widen, his hand
quickly retreating. "Sorry,
Dad," he whispers, his voice
laced with apology. "I didn't
mean to wake you."

Plankton's gaze is unfocused,
his antennae twitching as he
tries to process the sudden
contact. "What are you
doing?" He asks, his voice
still thick with sleep.

"I just wanted to say good
morning," Chip whispers, his eyes
shimmering with hope. "But I didn't
want to wake you up."

Plankton's antennae still
twitch, the remnants of sleep
still clinging to him. He looks
around the room, his gaze
eventually finding the shattered
remains of his old sensory box.
The sight sends a pang of
anxiety through his body.

"Here," Chip says softly.
He holds out the new box,
his eyes hopeful. "This one's
special, just like you."

Plankton's antennae droop slightly,
his gaze shifting to the box, then back
to his son. Despite the good
intentions in Chip's eyes, his
wording seemed... patronizing, to
Plankton. He takes the box, somewhat
hastily. He's used to the stares, the
whispers, the misunderstanding, but
from his own son?

"I'm not 'special', Chip," he says,
his voice tight. "I have a condition.
It's not something to be... gawked at
or talked down to."

The words sting, and Chip's eyes
well up with tears. "I didn't mean
it like tha-"

But Plankton cuts him off, his
voice a tempest of emotion. "You don't
understand," he says, his antennae
waving erratically. "You can't just
call me special and expect me to
feel better. It's not a toy, it's not a
quirky trait. It's a part of me that
makes every day a challenge."

Chip's eyes widen, the tears
spilling over as he takes in
his father's words. He didn't mean
to make him feel belittled, but
now he sees the pain in Plankton's
eye, the frustration of being
reduced to a label. "I'm sorry," he
whispers, his voice trembling.
"I wa-"

"Don't," Plankton says, cutting
his son off with a sharpness
that makes Chip's heart ache.
"Just... don't." He turns away,
his antennae drooping as he
focuses on the new sensory box,
his eye searching for comfort.

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A PLANKTON FAMILY STORY xi
(By NeuroFabulous)

Plankton remained silent, his gaze
locked on the horizon. Chip's heart
ached for him, but he knew his father
needed space to regain his composure.
He watched as Plankton's antennas
gradually lifted from their defeated
slump, a subtle signal that he was okay.

Chip took a deep breath, the
salt air filling his lungs as he
tried to think of a way to make
things right. He knew he had to be
careful, not to push too hard. "Dad,"
he began tentatively, "I know I messed
up with the noise. I'll be quieter. Do you
wanna kick the ball around?"

Plankton's antennas twitched,
his gaze still fixed on the horizon.
He took a moment before turning to
his son. "It's okay," he said, his voice
still a little tight. "Yeah, let's kick the
ball to each other.."

They resumed the game,
their movements quieter now. The
beach ball rolled gently across the sand,
its soft thuds the only sound between
them. Chip felt a newfound
respect for the complexities of Plankton's
mind, for the challenges he faced
every day.

Plankton's antennas moved
slightly as he watched Chip, his
expression unreadable. Chip took
care to keep his voice low, his
movements slow and predictable. He
knew that every little thing
mattered to his father, every sound,
every touch.

As they played, Chip noticed that
his father's antennas would perk up
whenever a seagull squawked in the
distance or a child's laughter
carried on the breeze. He
also noticed that Plankton's
movements grew more fluid when
the noise around them diminished.

"Let's go closer to the water,"
Plankton suggested after a while,
his antennas swaying gently.
"It's quieter there."

Chip nodded, understanding that
his father needed to escape the
potential sensory assault of the
bustling beach. They walked in
silence, their footprints disappearing
behind them in the wet sand. The waves
whispered to them, a gentle melody
that seemed to soothe Plankton's antennas.

When they reached the water's
edge, Plankton took a deep breath,
his antennas lifting slightly. The
cool water made him flinch a bit.

"You okay, Dad?" Chip asked,
his eyes scanning for any signs of
distress. Plankton nodded, a small
smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he
said, his voice calmer. "It's just
chilly."

Karen packed up their picnic,
her movements efficient and quiet.
She knew the importance of keeping
the environment peaceful for Plankton.
"Ready to go?" she called out.

Chip nodded, his gaze still on
his father's antennas. "Yeah, I'm
ready." Plankton's antennas remained
steady, a good sign.

Karen picked up the picnic basket
and gave them both a warm smile.
"Let's make the trip home," she said, 
her voice calm.
 

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PLUSH ONE xi
(By NeuroFabulous)

Hanna nods, her smile gentle.
"It's okay," she says, patting
his shoulder.

But Plankton flinches,
his antennae shooting up.
"NO TOUCH!" he cries out,
his voice piercing the quiet.

Hanna's hand jerks back,
surprise etched on her screen.
"It's okay," she murmurs,
trying to ease the tension.

Plankton clutches the plushie
to his chest, his body shaking.
"MINE," he repeats, his voice
quivering.

Karen understands his fear, his
desire for sameness. His
autism has turned a simple
act of kindness into a
threat to him.

"I'm sorry," Hanna whispers,
backing away. "I just di-"

But Hanna backed into
a desk of Plankton's
books, which now fall
misaligned to the floor
with a thud.

Plankton's eye widens
in horror, his antennae
twitching in fury. The
disrupted order sends
his senses into overdrive.
Plankton can't take it.
The loud thud, the mess...

He jumps up, the plushie
falling to the floor, forgotten.
He starts to pick up
the books, his hands
shaking as he hurls
them angrily at Hanna, who
gasps.

Karen sees the panic
in his eye, the overwhelming
sensory assault of the
unexpected noise and
movement. She moves to
intervene, racing.

"PLANKTON, STOP!" she
shouts, her voice firm but
not harsh. She doesn't want
to startle him further.

The books fly through
the air, one hitting Hanna's
arm with a thump. "Hey!"
she cries, but Karen's focus
is on Plankton.

His body is a storm
of jerky movements, his
autistic mind struggling
to cope with the sudden
chaos. Karen's eyes are
filled with fear and sadness.
This isn't the Plankton she
knows, not the one who
would actually hurt someone.

"PLANKTON!" she cries, her
voice a thunderclap in the
small room. He stops, his
body trembling with rage
and confusion. His antennae
quiver, searching for the source
of the disruption.

Hanna stands back, her arm
rubbing where the book had
hit. "What's happening?"
she whispers, her eyes wide
with shock.

But Karen's focus is on Plankton,
his body a taut wire of anger.
"It's okay," she says, her voice
steady, though her heart
is racing. "Let's just... let's
clean up."

Plankton's eye darts around the
room, his antennae still quivering.
He looks at her, his expression
a storm of emotions she can't
quite read. But she sees the fear,
the confusion. And she knows
she must act.

Karen moves towards him,
slowly, her hands up in a
non-threatening gesture. "It's
okay," she repeats, her voice
the calm in the storm. "Let's
clean up."

But Plankton's autism doesn't
understand calm. It sees only
the mess, the disarray. His body
shakes with frustration, his
eye wild. He throws another
book, this time it misses
Hanna but hits the wall with
a crack.

Karen's eyes fill with tears.
"Plankton," she says firmly,
but with love. "This isn't you."

But Plankton's rage
doesn't subside. He throws
another book, the spine
snapping with the force.

"PLANKTON, NO!" Karen shouts,
but he doesn't hear her. His
autism has taken over, his
brain unable to process
the sudden influx of stimuli.

He throws another book,
his body a blur of motion,
Karen's eyes never leaving
his face. She must get him
to a safe space before he
hurts someone, before he
shatters the fragile peace
they've built.

"PLANKTON!" she shouts,
louder this time. "STOP!"
Her voice pierces the chaos,
and his movements falter. His
eye finds hers, and she sees
the storm in his gaze, the
fear and confusion.

Karen's knowing she must act quickly.
With a deep breath, she
moves closer, her arms
outstretched, her voice steady.
"It's okay," she says, her
tone a gentle lullaby. "Let's
calm dow—"

But Plankton's fury isn't
easy to tame. He throws
another book, his aim
now erratic. The room
is a whirlwind of paper and
panic, the air thick with
his distress.

Karen's eyes never leave
his, her voice the only
constant in the chaos. "PLANKTON,
PLEASE!" she calls, her
desperation clear. She needs
to get through to him, to
the person she loves beneath
the tumultuous autistic rage.

But Plankton's autism
has hijacked his mind,
his body a vessel for fear
and anger. He throws
the last book, his arm
slinging it like a weapon.

It sails through the air,
headed straight for Hanna.
Karen's instincts take over,
and she leaps forward,
her hand catching it
mid-flight.

The room falls silent,
the book in her hand a stark
reminder of the chaos that
was just moments before.
Her eyes are on Plankton,
his body heaving with
frustration. Hanna's eyes are wide,
fear and confusion etched
on her screen.

Karen aches
for the man she loves,
his world now a minefield
of sensory overload.

Hanna stands frozen,
her eyes wide with shock.
"I'm sorry," Karen murmurs,
turning to her. "This isn't
usual for him."
But Plankton's fury
doesn't subside.

He lunges at her, his
tiny body a blur of rage.
Karen steps in, her arms
spreading wide to protect
Hanna. "PLANKTON!" she cries,
his name a plea.

His antennae slap her
face, stinging with the force
of his anger. She stumbles
backward, her eyes never
leaving his. "It's okay," she
whispers, though she's
not sure if it is.

Plankton's body convulses,
his legs flailing. Karen
moves closer, trying to
soothe him, but he's
beyond reason. His tiny
fists clench, his face
distorted with rage.

Hanna stumbles backward,
fear in her eyes. "What's
going on?" she asks, her voice
shaking.

Karen's a
drum of worry. "Plankton,"
she whispers, her eyes
pleading. "It's me, Karen."

But his autism doesn't
hear her words. It sees
only the chaos, the
invasion of his space.

Karen's mind races, searching
for a way to calm him.
"PLANKTON!" she says, her
voice firm but calm. "Look
at me." She holds out her
hand, her palm open, a silent
offer of safety.

But Plankton's anger
doesn't abate. He swipes at
the air.
Karen knows she must act
quickly before someone gets
hurt. 
"PLANKTON, STOP!" she
says firmly, her voice a
steady drumbeat in the
chaos. She holds out her
hand, her movements slow
and deliberate. "Look at
me," she repeats, her screen
filled with love and
determination.

But his fury doesn't
abate. His body jerks,
his antennae slapping the
air as he tries to push
past her to get to Hanna.
Karen's eyes flicker to the
plushie on the floor, then
back to Plankton's wild gaze.

Her voice remains steady,
though fear tightens her
throat. "Plankton, remember
the plushie?" she asks, her
words a soft whisper. "It's
still here. It's still yo-"

But her words are cut off by
his shriek. Plankton's
tiny body is a tornado
of rage, his fists flailing.
Karen's eyes never leave
his.

Her mind is a blur, searching
for the right words, the right
action to soothe his distress.
Her voice is a lifeline, a
steady beat in the storm. "Look
at the plushie," she says,
desperation coating her words.
"Remember ho-"

But Plankton's autism doesn't
heed her pleas. His body
writhes, his eye wild with
fear and anger as he suddenly
swings his fist, catching Karen
off guard. She must get
through to him.

"PLANKTON!" she cries out,
but he's deaf to her voice.
Her eyes search his, looking
for the man she loves, but
all she sees is a tempest of
sensory overload and confusion.

With a tremble, Karen
drops the book she'd caught
and reaches out, her hand
slow and gentle, offering
comfort in the chaos. But Plankton's
autism interprets it as an assault.

He lunges again, his fists
a flurry of pain. Karen's
body is a shield, her eyes
filled with tears as she
tries to keep him from Hanna.
Her voice remains calm, a beacon
in the storm of his anger.

"PLANKTON, PLEASE!" she shouts,
but her voice is drowned by
his screams. But she won't give up,
not on him.

With a tremble, Karen reaches
for the plushie, her hand
shaking as she holds it out
to him. "Look," she says, her
voice a soft whisper. "Your plushie,
remembe---"

But the sight of the toy
doesn't calm him. Instead,
it fuels his rage. He snatches
it from her, his antennae
whipping around in a frenzy.

"MINE!" he shouts, the word
a battle cry as he swings
the plushie wildly. The room
fills with the sound of fabric
ripping, stuffing flying.

Karen's eyes widen with horror. This isn't
the Plankton she knows, the
loving man who cherished
his quiet moments with her.
This is someone lost in
his own world, a world of
overwhelming sensory assault.

The plushie, once a symbol
of comfort, is now a weapon
in his hands. He swings it
wildly, the fabric tearing
under his frenzied grip.
Feathers and stuffing fill
the air,
the chaos a stark contrast
to the silent tears sliding
down Karen's screen.

Hanna's eyes are wide,
her body pressed against the wall,
her mind racing with
uncertainty. Karen sees
the question in her gaze:
What's happening?

But there's no time
for explanations. Plankton's
autism has taken
over, his fear a wildfire
that she must extinguish
before it consumes them all.

Karen's eyes dart around
the room, searching for
something to help, something
that might bring him back
to her, to the reality where
his world isn't falling apart.
Her eyes land on the plushie,
now a sad, torn mess on
the floor. But
she won't give up, not on
the man she loves.

Karen's mind races, searching
for a way to break through
the barricade of his fear.
The room seems to spin, a
whirlwind of panic and pain.

Her eyes lock on the
plushie, now a tattered
mess at his feet. With a
quick breath, she crouches
down, her movements slow
and deliberate. "Plankton,"
she whispers, her voice
a lifeline in the tempest.

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guys please. this drama has been going on for too long. remember, your words hurt other ppl. pls stop telling ppl to kts -amiya :]

new lauren akemi stop w the drama please lottie

To everyone,
We only have one shot at life. Do you really want to spend a bit of your life doing this? This is your reminder to try and make the best out of life. Life is more beautiful then you think. Don’t forget to drink water, eat food, and prioritize your mental health. Never let your guard down. I believe in every single one of you. Have a great day ❤️

new akemi lauren lottie hazel 4 people 4 ppl blair

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new akemi chiyo

Whats wrong with you guys?
I said nothing and someone
Is impersonating me and
Litterly telling me to kill my self?
i said nothing bfr, i didnt know 
How to post here untill someone told me.

-suki(old member)

new akemi chiyo akemi avatar ranking 4_lauren tea

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sob what yall yapping on abt 😭 - jennie ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

new akemi 4_Lauren

Hii guys, I js figured out how to submit a post on Emoji combos! - Talia ✿ ༘

new new akemi lauren 4_lauren

Dear Lottie,
I understand that you’re mad, but why’d u have to do all of this nonsense? Lauren is innocent, why are y’all claming that she said f#%*+ akemi? She would never say that, she lit owns the group, why would she curse something that she owns? and second, rion IS NOT an alt, they’ve played tg in games, and tbh, no one will go through that much for a ‘fake’ boyfriend. Let’s all be fr, lottie is just lying cus’ she’s upset, but she took it way to far. If you need to let it oyt, let it out in a venting group or someone trusted, but don’t make fake images and claim stuff that aren’t true. Also, blair, you’re immature. Same thing goes to you. Have a great day everyone. 

new akemi lottie blair 4_Lauren rion

yall can fuck da fuck off i already said idc and yeah i am in akemi, i left after like a week of the SHIT that i had to go through after copying the EARS- WHICH EVERYONE IS ALLOWED TO USE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YALL FUCK OFF MY CASE. - Blair 🌸

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can yall just stop trash talking dude you can atleast use yt or smth just why emoji combos 🙏

new natsuki from akemi stfu just stop akemi fuck

dang hold up its me again fuck akemi lauren and more toad did nothing wrong to tell her to kill her self ari and lottie have alot of proof lauren ur fucking weird imagine grow up you fucking shits i hope you die in a hole >_^

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me again 🎀 lauren lit said fuck akemi in discord ari and lottie have da proof lauren dont act all sweet and inocent yk what you did is fucked up 🎀 oh wait jes you exposed lottie for what? 🎀 🎀 lottie is getting back at you both dig a deep whole and die >_^ - 4 ppl 🎀

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OMG TOAD JUST SEND ME A SS OF HER SENDING SEXUAL STUFF ON HERE- ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ some random shit ⁀➴˙ . ꒷ 🪼 . 𖦹˙—──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!၄၃⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
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yes, i am an active akemi member. im staying anonymous bc i would get hate for saying this, but akemi does get rly mad at ppl who copy, maybe a bit too much sometimes. i once saw someone who copied a bit of the border and i asked them to change it, they did, and very kindly. once she changed it this one person from akemi posts all this shit on her group wall, saying she doesnt deserve to be on earth rn bc she copied etc. that bs shouldnt be said over someone using the TINIEST amout of the desc. the person who used a tiny bit of the desc was sweet to, and didnt hesitate to change it immediately. im on the verge of leaving this group. ♡

new akemi lauren chiyo im done w this lottie

_-𝗔𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗔𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴-_ 𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘅 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻 !!
🪽 𝐀𝗏α 🩰
🪩Taliaa 🎀
FINISH THE CHAIN (repost it)

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just stfu its not that hard <3 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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To the ‘four people,’ 
I understand where you’re coming from, and I understand that you’re upset. It wasn’t supposed to come out this way, especially because lottie was a beloved member of the akemi community, especially because ari was adored by the friend’s she made, you basically get the point. A few things I’m questioning are why would you claim that rion was an alt, and why would you lie that Lauren said f#%^ akemi. Being upset doesn’t quite erase the fact that you’re in the wrong. At the end of the day, we’re just all strangers that will never meet in real life, and, in 2 years, this will all be forgotten. Please, let’s just leave this as the past. Thanks for reading this, don’t forget to take care of yourself, drink water and eat, always prioritize your mental health, and have a great day. ❤️

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WHATS WITH THIS LOTTIE LAURN AKEMI STUFF YALL HAVING A WHOLE ARGUEMENT ON A SYMBOL SITE? LOL

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠿⠿⠿⠿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⠿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣦⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀
⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄
⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⠟⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁
⠀⠀⠘⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣣⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣶⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣶⣶⣶⣶⡶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⢀⡤⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠤⢤⡀
⣾⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⣤⣤⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⣷
⢿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⡿
⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁
⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⣴⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣯⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠠⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠿⠟⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⡟⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣿⣶⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣤⡈⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣴⣶⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠹⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣿⣿⡿⠀⠉⠉⢁⣾⣿⣽⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⠻⣿⣧⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣨⣿⣿⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢨⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠁⠀⣀⠀⣈⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣦⡀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new skyrim skyrim dot art skyrim text art skyrim ascii art dot art text art ascii art

hi its a old akemi member and holy fuck this shit is fucked up beliving lauren about everything is wild ari, lottie and toad all have there own side to the story and its beliving grow the fuck up akemi - 4 ppl >_^

new cute bear aesthetic sunflower bear akemi

⢀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣄⡀
⣿⡋⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⢙⣿
⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⠾⠿⠷⣦⡀⢀⣴⠾⠿⠷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿
⢸⡇⠀⠀⢰⡟⠁⠀⣀⣀⠈⢿⡿⠁⣀⣀⠀⠈⢻⡆⠀⠀⢸⡇
⢸⣷⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠿⠿⠁⣸⣇⠈⠿⠿⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⣾⡇
⠘⣿⠀⠀⠈⠻⣦⣄⣀⣤⣾⠛⠛⣷⣤⣀⣠⣴⠟⠁⠀⠀⣿⠃
⠀⣿⠀⠘⢷⣄⠀⠉⠉⠙⢿⠄⠠⡿⠋⠉⠉⠀⣠⡾⠃⠀⣿⠀
⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢶⣦⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣴⡶⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀
⠀⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣀⣹⡇⢸⣏⣀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠀
⠀⢿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠁⠈⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠛⠛⠛⣻⡿⢿⣟⠛⠛⠛⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣾⣿⣶⣶⣿⣷⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀
⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀
⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠻⣧⣼⠟⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new spongebob squarepants spongebob squarepants dot art spongebob squarepants text art spongebob squarepants ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠟⠻⠿⣷⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣷⣄⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⣾⣿⣷⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠛⠛⠿⠿⢷⣶⣦⣤⣤⣀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠻⠿⣷⠿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣧⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⠀
⠀⢠⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀
⢀⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⠀
⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡄
⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇
⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠺⠿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿
⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿
⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿
⠈⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⡟
⠀⠈⢻⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣤⡀⠀⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⡿⠟⠉⠉⢹⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡟⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣷⣦⣀⢀⣾⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⢼⣿⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡟⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⢿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠿⠿⠷⣶⣶⣦⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣴⣶⡾⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣦⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣴⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⠿⠟⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new cat cat dot art cat text art cat ascii art thinking thinking dot art thinking text art thinking ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⢀⣤⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⡄⠀⠀⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⠀⠀⠀⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⠀⠀⢰⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣤⣄⡀⠀
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠸⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠁⠀
⢰⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠙⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠇⠀⠀⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠀⠀⠸⠿⠿⠿⠇⠀⠘⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠀⠀⠸⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⠤⠖⠒⠒⠒⠶⠶⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⠊⠁⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⠋⠀⠀⢠⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠓⠦⠤⠒⠊⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠿⢃⡜⠉⠁⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣧⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⢦⣄⠀
⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧
⣰⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼
⣿⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⠴⠞⠁
⠈⢿⣇⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠹⣦⠀⠀⠈⠳⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⠴⠀⠀⠀⢠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠛⠛⠒⠒⠛⠛⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⣀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠶⣤⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⠴⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣴⡇⠀⣠⡴⠚⢛⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⠀⡈⠻⠋⠁⢧⡴⠊⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⢻⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠀⠀⠀⢹⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣧⠀⢀⣤⣆⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢱⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣷⣠⣾⣿⣿⡟⠋⠙⠛⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣆⠟⣿⣿⡟⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡀⠸⣿⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣧⢠⡀⢤⣸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⢿⡇⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠚⠓⠛⣉⣹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣤⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⢙⣏⠉⠉⠉⢹⣿⣯⣄⣀⣀⣸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣴⣾⣿⣭⣭⢿⣿⢿⣷⠦⣬⠭⠭⠿⠒⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣴⠞⠛⠉⠉⠙⢻⡿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠈⠓⠟⠓⠋⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣬⠇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠘⠿⠶⠶⠶⠶⠒⠚⠻⠶⢶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣤⣤⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣷⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣤⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀
⠲⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀
⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⠉⠛⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠩⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⠉⢻⣿⣏⠉⠉⠉⢻⣿⣿⠟⠉⠉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠟⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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FINISH THE CHAIN (repost it)

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⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀
⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠚⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new spiderman spiderman dot art spiderman text art spiderman ascii art dot art text art ascii art

wtf. -noah 😐

new 4_lauren akemi chiyo roblox

⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣶⣶⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⠋⠀⠀⠉⢻⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⠋⠀⠀⠈⣿⣇⣀⠀⠀
⢀⣴⣿⠿⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠛⢿⣷⡄
⢸⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣷
⠘⣿⣧⡀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣷⣄⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛⠿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣀⠀⣠⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⣠⣀⠀⠀⣠⣿⡏
⠀⠈⠻⢿⡿⠿⢿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣷⣿⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣦⣤⣀⠀⠀⠉⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡿⠿⢿⣿⠿⠋⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣷⣄⣠⣾⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⡀⠀⠙⠿⣿⣿⣦⣠⣾⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⠋⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠈⢿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⠃⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣃⣀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⠤⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠈⢿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠇⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠉⠉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠈⢿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡏⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠷⠶⠞⠛⠛⠛⠋⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠾⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣆⡀⠘⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡷⠾⠛⠋⠉⠁⠀⢀⣠⣤⣶⡶⠶⠾⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠻⠿⠷⠶⢶⣤⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠛⠻⠿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣥⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣰⣿⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⠴⢶⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡇⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⣾⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡇⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⢠⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⡀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⣾⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⣸⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣤⡶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⣼⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣸⡏⠉⢻⡟⠛⢻⡋⠉⣿⣀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⢀⣾⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠈⣿⠛⠓⣿⠷⠶⢾⡷⠚⢻⡏⠁⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⠿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣠⣶⣿⣷⣶⣴⣿⠟⠁⠈⠻⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⡷⣴⣯⣀⣀⣿⠀⠀⢘⣇⣀⣀⣿⡴⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠁⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠈⠻⣿⣶⡿⢿⣶⣄⠀
⢰⣿⠋⠁⠀⠈⠛⠁⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠟⢿⣿⣿⣶⣄⡀⠀⠈⠛⢿⡀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠛⠛⠋⠉⠉⠁⠀⢠⡿⠉⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⠟⠻⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠙⣿⡆
⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣤⣀⣻⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣏⣠⣴⣶⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣽⡿
⠈⢿⣷⣦⣤⡆⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣶⣾⠿⠃
⠀⠀⠈⠙⣿⣇⠀⠀⣀⣾⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣄⠀⠀⣠⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⠿⠿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⠿⠿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⡶⢶⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠋⠙⢿⣆⣤⣤⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢰⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠀⠀⠀⠛⠉⠀⠹⣧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣠⡿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠀⠀
⢀⣾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⡿⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠻⣶⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣀⣠⣤⡾⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡾⠛⠋⠹⣷⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⢷⣦⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⡟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠘⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⠁
⠀⠀⠀⣼⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢴⣾⠋⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢻⣇⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠷⠾⠛⢷⣄⣀⣾⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⠶⠾⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new 4chan 4chan dot art 4chan text art 4chan ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀
⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀
⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠻⠟⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠙⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⢀⣴⣶⣦⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣶⣦⡀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⢈⣹⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣉⣹⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿
⢿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠹⠛⠛⠛⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠛⠛⠛⠏⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡿
⠘⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢠⣶⠿⣷⣤⣄⣠⣤⣾⠿⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠃
⠀⠘⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠸⣷⣄⣿⠉⢹⡏⠉⣿⣠⣾⠇⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⠃⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣦⡀⠀⠈⠙⠿⠷⠿⠿⠾⠿⠋⠁⠀⢀⣴⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣶⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣶⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new bendy bendy dot art bendy text art bendy ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁
⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣴⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new trust trust dot art trust text art trust ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠠⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠂
⠀⠘⢷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡾⠁⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣦⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣝⣛⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣙⣭⣥⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣦⣽⣛⣻⠿⠿⣟⣛⣵⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣭⣛⣛⣛⣛⣻⣭⣶⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡸⣿⡏⢿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣼⣿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠹⣿⡈⢿⣿⠟⢰⣿⢃⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠹⣷⡀⠉⢠⣿⠏⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣍⡛⠻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⣿⣷⣶⣿⡟⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⢋⣩⣵⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣜⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣤⣤⣤⣉⣉⣉⣁⣀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣴⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢋⣾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⡝⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⢩⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⣄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢰⡏⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢭⣭⣽⡟⠛⠛⠛⠋⢁⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡈⠉⠉⠉⠉⢭⣭⣭⠵⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⣽⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢿⣄⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⡿⠃⢀⣾⡟⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣷⣤⣈⠛⠿⣿⣷⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣾⡿⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣷⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣶⣿⡿⠟⣉⣤⣴⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⡈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣭⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣫⣶⣶⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⡟⢈⣭⣟⣛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⠟⣩⣤⣬⣝⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣫⣥⣶⣌⠙⠿⡿⠿⠿⣛⣫⣭⣧⣄⢹⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⢛⣯⣟⢿⣶⣶⣶⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣾⣿⢟⣯⣭⣝⢻⣿⣼⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡿⣵⣿⣿⣿⣷⢹⣿⣿⣇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣸⣿⣿⡏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣧⡹⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡿⢋⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢈⢿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣉⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⣉⣤⣾⣿⣿⡿⡁⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⠻⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣨⣶⣿⣿⡿⢟⠋⠀⠀⢸⡎⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣮⣭⣿⣯⣵⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢟⠱⡇⠀⠀⠈⣙⡻⠿⣿⣿⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠒⠛⠛⠉⣽⣶⣾⣿⣧⠀⠀⠈⠃⣿⣶⣶⢰⣮⡝⣛⣻⢿⣿⣿⢿⣛⡫⣵⣶⢲⣾⣿⠀⠃⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣶⠂⠈⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⢿⡿⠁⠈⠛⠷⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠸⠿⠇⠛⠁⠀⢹⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠘⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⡇⣠⣶⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡀⠀⠀⢰⣦⢰⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⡙⠇⣰⡇⢰⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣷⢠⣷⡜⢋⣾⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣇⢿⠗⣿⣿⣷⡄⣴⣶⣴⡆⣶⡆⣶⣰⣶⡄⣾⣿⣿⡞⢿⣣⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣧⡻⡿⢟⣣⣛⣣⠻⣃⡻⣣⣛⣣⣛⣡⣛⡻⡿⣱⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣭⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣽⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠿⠛⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛⠛⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣴⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣦⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⢿⠛⠋⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⠹⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⡿⠛⣿⣯⣀⣀⠀⠙⢿⣦⣄⣀⡀⢀⣴⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠈⠙⣛⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⠋⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣶⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⠟⠁⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠙⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣯⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⡿⠁⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⠁⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣿⣶⣤⣴⣶⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣷⠀⠀
⠀⣸⣿⣿⠃⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡓⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣇⠀
⢀⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡝⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠉⠛⠻⢿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⡀
⢸⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠿⣯⡙⢻⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡇
⣾⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣤⣿⣦⣼⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠁⢸⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⣄⢸⣿⣿
⢿⣿⣿⢀⣤⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⣿⣿⣿
⢸⣿⣿⡄⠉⠛⠉⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⢻⣿⡷⢦⣤⣶⠟⢁⣿⣿⡇
⠘⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠙⢿⣤⣤⣤⡴⣸⣿⣿⠃
⠀⢹⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠈⠉⠁⢠⣿⣿⡏⠀
⠀⠀⢿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⡿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢀⣾⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣷⡄⠀⣀⣀⣸⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⢠⣾⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣦⡈⠛⠛⠋⠀⠀⠀⢹⡟⠀⠈⠉⠉⠛⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣴⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣤⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new mortal kombat mortal kombat dot art mortal kombat text art mortal kombat ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⠖⢀⣀⣤⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣭⣭⣭⣭⢹⣿⣷⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⠿⠟⢋⣩⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⣠⣄⢠⣄⠘⣿⣿⣮⣽⣯⣵⣿⣿⣿⠻
⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⣁⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀
⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢋⣁⣀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣭⣭⣬⣭⣭⣭⣭⡭⠵⠶⠶⠀
⢰⣿⣿⠋⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⠀
⣿⣿⠃⢀⣴⣿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⢻⣿⣿⡇
⠻⠏⠀⢸⣿⣿⡄⠀⠈⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣃⣀⣤⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠉⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣽⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣤⣀⣬⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢫⣾⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢼⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣾⢻⡿⣿⣿⢿⡿⣿⣿⢿⡿⡿⣿⢱⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⡇⡁⠀⠀⠀⡁⡁⢀⢀⠀⠀⡄⢸⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣷⣿⣾⣾⣿⣷⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠻⠿⠿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new call of duty call of duty dot art call of duty text art call of duty ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣴⣶⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣶⣆⣀⠀
⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠁
⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠛⢻⣿⡟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠻⣿⣶⠄⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣀⣀⣁⣠⣾⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new crime crime dot art crime text art crime ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⣠⠂⢀⣠⡴⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢤⣄⠀⠐⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣾⠃⢰⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⡆⠸⣧⠀⠀
⢀⣾⡇⠀⠘⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⠁⠀⢹⣧⠀
⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⢹⣷⣀⣤⣤⣀⣀⣠⣶⠂⠰⣦⡄⢀⣤⣤⣀⣀⣾⠇⠀⠀⠈⣿⡆
⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠛⢛⣛⣛⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣛⣛⠛⠛⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷
⣿⣿⣀⣀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣿⣿
⠛⠻⠿⠿⣿⣿⠟⣫⣶⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣙⠿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⠟⣯⣾⠟⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠻⣿⣝⠿⣷⣌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣤⡾⠛⠁⢸⣿⠇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢹⣿⠀⠈⠻⣷⣄⡀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⢸⣿⠆⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⡇
⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇
⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠃
⠈⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀
⠀⢿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⡟⠀
⠀⠈⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⢀⣿⡿⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠻⣧⡀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡟⠀⠀⢀⣾⠟⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠆⠀⠀⠐⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new spiderman spiderman dot art spiderman text art spiderman ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠉⠛⠓⠶⢤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⠁⣀⣴⣶⣾⣿⣶⣾⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⠏⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⠁⣀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⢏⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡾⢁⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⢸⣿⣛⡛⣿⣿⣿⣦⣤⣀⡀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⣻⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠋⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣁⣿⣿⣏⠉⢻⣿⣿⣿⡶⠶⢶⣶⣾⡿⠿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣶⣶⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠙⠋⠁⢠⣤⡄⢈⡉⣀⣴⣿⡇⣿⣶⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠃⠈⠛⠓⠘⠃⠸⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⣴⡶⠤⠄⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠤⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡉⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣤⣤⡶⠶⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣾⠇⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⡈⢻⣷⣦⣴⣾⣿⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢸⡟⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣿⠁⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢉⣁⣠⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣾⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶
⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠏⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⡻⠿⣿⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿
⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃
⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢰⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀
⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢸⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀
⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣾⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀
⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀
⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⡀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⣼⠇⠀⠀⠉⠻⢿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣧⣀⠀
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢿⣿⣿⠿⠿⡟⠉⢳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡟⠉⠀⠻⠋⠉⠛⠻⠿⣿⣿⡿⠉⠇⠸⣯⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⢀⡿⠀⠀⢿⣆⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠉⠁⠀⠈⣽⡇
⠀⣿⣇⣀⣉⣠⣤⣤⣬⣥⣤⣤⣴⠿⠶⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⣠⣀⡀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠻⠿⠿⠿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⠖⠛⠛⠛⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠳⠿⠿⠶⠿⢿⣶⣶⡾⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⠶⠟⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new gorilla gorilla dot art gorilla text art gorilla ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⡜⢣⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⡆⢀⣤⡾⠟⠋⢉⣁⡀⢀⣈⡉⠙⠻⢷⣤⡀⢰⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢉⣏⠙⠁⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠈⠋⣹⡉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⠁⣠⣄⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⣠⣄⠈⢿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠁⣼⣿⣿⣷⣄⠙⠛⢉⣀⣀⡉⠛⠋⣠⣾⣿⣿⣧⠈⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣾⠇⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢀⣾⡿⠿⠿⢿⣷⡀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠸⣷⠀⠀⠀
⢾⣿⠶⣉⠀⢈⣉⣉⣉⣉⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⣉⣉⣉⣉⡁⠀⣉⠶⣿⡷
⠀⠀⠀⢿⡆⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠈⢿⣷⣶⣶⣾⡿⠁⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⢰⡿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⡀⢻⣿⣿⡿⠋⣠⣤⣈⠉⠉⣁⣤⣄⠙⢿⣿⣿⡟⢀⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣷⡀⠙⠋⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠙⠋⢀⣾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣈⣏⣠⡀⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⢀⣄⣹⣁⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠇⠈⠛⢷⣦⣄⣈⡉⠁⠈⢉⣁⣠⣴⡾⠛⠁⠸⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⢣⡜⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new buddhist buddhist dot art buddhist text art buddhist ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⡾⠛⠛⠻⣶⣶⡿⠛⠛⢿⣶⣶⠟⠛⠛⢷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠃⠀⣤⣴⠿⠀⣽⡇⠀⠀⢸⣯⠀⠿⣦⣤⠀⠘⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡠⠾⠟⠛⣠⡾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠛⠻⠷⢄⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣴⡿⣷⣴⡶⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢶⣦⣾⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀
⠀⣠⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣄⠀
⢰⡿⠁⢀⣴⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣦⡀⠈⢿⡆
⢺⡇⠀⣿⡿⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⢿⣿⠀⢸⡗
⠈⢿⣦⡉⠁⠈⠉⠛⠷⣶⣦⣤⣄⣀⣀⣠⣤⣴⣶⠾⠛⠉⠁⠈⢉⣴⡿⠁
⠀⠀⠙⠻⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⠟⠋⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⡶⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡇⠉⠙⠻⠷⢶⣶⣶⡶⠾⠟⠋⠉⢸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣦⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣴⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new kermit kermit dot art kermit text art kermit ascii art dot art text art ascii art

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new tank text art ascii art military army cannon artillery armed forces war infantry gun war machine world war

⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⠀
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⢸⣿⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢿⡿⠿⢿⣿⠿⠛⠻⢿⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⡇
⢸⣿⣿⣖⢀⢸⣿⠃⠀⣾⠀⠀⣾⠃⠀⣴⣦⣼⣿⡟⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⡇
⢸⣿⣿⣿⡄⠹⡏⠀⣼⣿⠀⢠⣿⣧⣀⠈⠙⢿⡿⠀⣸⡆⠀⣿⣿⡇
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠁⢰⣿⡏⠀⢸⡟⠛⠛⠃⠀⣼⠁⢀⣉⣁⠀⢹⣿⡇
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣿⣿⣧⣤⣾⣷⣦⣤⣶⣿⣷⣶⣾⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⡇
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⠟⠋⠉⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⡉⠙⠻⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡿⠋⢀⡄⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣀⠙⢿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣴⣿⠋⢀⣴⣿⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠙⣿⣦⠀⠀
⠀⣼⡿⠁⣰⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠈⢿⣧⠀
⢰⣿⠃⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠿⣿⣿⡄⠘⣿⡆
⣾⡿⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠙⠿⣿⡿⠋⠁⢀⣤⣤⣶⣦⣤⣀⠀⠙⢷⠀⢿⣷
⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⢼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠈⠀⢸⣿
⢿⣷⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⣾⡿
⠸⣿⡄⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡁⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣦⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⠃⢠⣿⠇
⠀⢻⣷⡀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢀⣾⡟⠀
⠀⠀⠻⣿⣄⠈⠛⠿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠋⠁⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⣠⣿⠟⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣷⣄⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠉⣠⣾⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⣦⣄⣈⠉⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠉⣁⣠⣴⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠻⠿⢿⣷⣶⣶⣾⡿⠿⠟⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀
⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⢤⣶⣾⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⢠⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀
⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⡸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧
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⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⠘⠻⠿⢛⣛⣭⣽⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⠏⠀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⠏⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠿⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠈⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⠃
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⡇⠀⢻⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣧⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣏⢰⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠈⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠿⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠈⠉⠛⠛⠒⠚⠒⣿⠉⢠⡷⡹⢁⣴⠟⠛⢻⣿⡧⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣽⠃⠀⠸⠁⠀⠀⣸⣃⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠀⠌⠀⡇⣼⣇⣀⣴⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⠉⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠟⠉⠀⢹⡷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⡅⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⡇⢀⣠⡀⠀⠔⠁⠀⠀⢀⡾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡏⠅⠀⠀⠀⠐⢉⠡⣿⣷⠟⣁⣠⡤⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⣰⡗⠉⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠟⠁⣀⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⣤⠇⠀⠀⠀⠈⠈⠀⠀⠈⢙⣲⠖⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⠃⠀⣜⣤⡄⠀⣠⣾⣥⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠚⠷⢦⣤⣤⣀⣀⣤⣤⣴⠏⢀⣤⣶⣿⣿⡟⡿⠀⠜⠁⢀⡟⠈⠀⠀⣼⣿⠿⠛⣉⠀⠀⠀⡈⠉⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⣸⢳⢇⣴⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⡼⠁⠀⠀⢀⡞⠁⣀⣴⣾⣟⣥⣶⣧⣤⣄⣐⠠⢀⠈⠂⢄⠈⠻⣿⣿⣟⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⢸⡿⢱⣿⣿⠏⠀⣼⠁⠀⠠⠶⣕⠺⣯⠁⠀⠀⠉⠻⣟⠛⠻⣿⣿⣷⡄⠑⠄⠀⠁⡀⠙⣿⣿⡄⠙⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠘⠀⣿⣿⠇⠀⣼⠇⠀⠀⣀⣠⣟⡴⠏⠐⢲⢂⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡄⠈⡄⠀⠐⡀⢹⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⠶⠖⠒⠒⠒⠿⠦⠤⠹⣿⠀⢰⣿⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠌⢮⣿⡄⠀⠀⣿⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢧⣌⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⡀⠀⠀⠘⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡠⠉⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠸⢤⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣴⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠛⠉⣹⠏⠉⠉⠉⠉⣷⠶⠤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣈⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⣿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠸⣧⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠟⠀⠀⢰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⠉⠉⠀⠙⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠓⠶⠶⠾⠃⠀⠀⠀⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠘⣇⠀⠀⢠⣿⠋⢀⣤⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⢠⡇⠀⠀⢸⢃⣴⠟⠁⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠸⣏⠛⠿⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡄⠀⠀⠀⣸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⣾⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⣽⠀⠀⢻⣇⠀⡀⠀⠀⠈⡄⠀⠀⢻⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⡀⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⢰⠇⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⣿⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⣁⠀⠀⠀⠹⣦⡀⠀⠹⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⠁⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⢃⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣦⣄⡀⠀⠈⠻⣶⣤⣈⡙⠷⣦⣄⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣧⠀⢀⣠⡾⠋⢀⣴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠏⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⠓⠶⠶⠿⠿⠿⠟⠉⠉⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠒⠚⠛⠛⠛⠁⠠⣯⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⠶⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new my little pony my little pony dot art my little pony text art my little pony ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣄⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣷⣄⡸⠿⠿⠇⣠⣾⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢶⣶⣤⣤⣀⡸⠟⠉⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⠉⠻⢇⣀⣤⣤⣶⡶⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⡿⠁⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠈⢻⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣹⠁⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠈⣏⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀
⠰⠶⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⠶⠆
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⣹⡄⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢀⣏⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣷⣄⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⣠⣾⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠾⠿⠛⠛⠉⢹⣷⣄⣀⡉⠉⠉⠉⣀⣠⣾⡏⠉⠛⠛⠿⠷⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡿⠋⢹⣿⣿⡏⠙⢿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠋⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠙⢿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new taiwan taiwan dot art taiwan text art taiwan ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⡾⠋⠀⣰⣿⣿⠻⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠘⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⠃⠀⠈⠻⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣼⣉⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⣿⠉⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⡵⠋⠙⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀⣤⣠⠀⣠⣿⡅⠀⣿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣶⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣷⣄⣠⣿⣿⡼⠋⠛⣡⡼⠋⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠻⠿⠿⠷⠶⠶⠾⣿⡿⠋⠻⣟⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠶⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new fear eyes fear eyes dot art fear eyes text art fear eyes ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀
⠀⣾⣿⡿⠋⠉⠉⠙⠻⣿⣿⣷⣄⣠⣾⣿⣿⠟⠋⢉⡉⠙⢿⣿⣷⠀
⢸⣿⣿⠀⢠⣤⣤⣤⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⣤⣼⣧⡄⠀⣿⣿⡇
⠘⣿⣿⡄⠈⠉⠉⠉⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣀⠀⠉⠹⠏⠁⢠⣿⣿⠃
⠀⠹⣿⣿⣷⣦⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣴⣾⣿⣿⠏⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠿⠿⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀

new arduino arduino dot art arduino text art arduino ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣄⠤⠐⠂⠘⠗⠦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠤⠊⡟⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⣄⣠⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠔⠉⠀⠀⠀⡜⠈⠃⠀⠀⠀⠾⢾⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣧⡮⡀⣄⠀⣠⣤⢄⢽⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⡊⠀⠀⠀⢰⠾⣿⣿⡷⠀⠀⠩⢀⣽⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠸⡷⠀⠀⢀⢼⠒⢸⣿⣯⣿⣜⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣷⢄⠀⠀⠘⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠘⢹⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⢻⣿⣿⣷⣆⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⠀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀
⠀⢀⣿⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠰⠼⢻⣿⣏⡇⠀
⠀⣿⣿⠒⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠉⠣⡀⠀⠀⠒⡹⠛⠜⠁⠀
⠀⢻⣿⣄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠚⠁⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠙⢦⡀⣄⣠⠴⠢⣾⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀
⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⣁⠈⢇⠀⢀⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀
⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢿⡄⠀⠸⣿⣦⣈⣷⣿⡏⠙⠛⠛⠻⢿⣿⡆
⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⡈⢿⣿⡁⡘⠀⠀⠀⣹⣿⣿⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠇
⢀⣴⣿⣿⠟⠀⠘⠻⠿⠃⠀⠀⠸⢿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀
⢸⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣆⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new werewolf werewolf dot art werewolf text art werewolf ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⣀⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢰⣶⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠛⠛⠛⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⡿⠛⢻⣿⣿⠀⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⢿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣤⣤⣤⡴⠶⠂
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⠀⠀⢈⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⠀⠀⣸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠘⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⠀⢀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⡆⠈⠻⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new dinosaur dinosaur dot art dinosaur text art dinosaur ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡤⢴⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠞⢻⠟⠋⠉⠉⠓⢦⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡾⢋⣥⠞⣛⣋⣭⣾⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⢴⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⠃⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠟⡴⢋⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡟⠓⠲⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣏⡞⣡⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⡤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣠⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠺⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⣽⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠉⣻⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠘⣇⣤⠠⡄⢠⡀⠀⡀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡆⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⢸⣿⣿⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢷⣿⡶⢷⣤⣿⣄⣷⡀⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⠸⣿⣿⣿⠿⢿⠛⠋⠘⠋⠁⠀⠉⠙⣿⡿⠶⢶⣾⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡙⢿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣄⣻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⢀⡀⠀⠀⡴⠋⣉⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢻⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣷⠖⢿⡗⠀⣴⣉⣹⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣆⠀⠀⢀⡠⠴⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡇⠙⣾⠃⠀⢉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠒⢦⠸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣼⣙⠀⠴⢉⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⢠⠇⠀⢀⡉⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡼⠁⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡟⢻⠇⣴⣿⡥⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠟⠛⢻⡄⠀⠀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡟⢀⡴⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣸⠿⢋⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⠀⠀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣼⠁⣀⣤⡉⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡏⠀⠀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢰⣶⣶⢶⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠉⠉⠙⡟⠁⣊⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⣠⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠸⠷⠶⠾⠿⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣤⠼⠿⠯⣭⣭⣝⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⣤⣶⠶⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠹⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⣷⠆⠀⠀⠀⢀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⢤⣤⡴⠞⠁⠀⣀⣤⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠳⠤⣤⠶⠶⠶⢦⡈⠉⠀⢀⣀⣤⣼⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣄⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠙⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠛⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢹⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠈⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⢸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡄⠀⠀⣿⡌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠘⣇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⡄⠀⠸⣷⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠻⢧⣽⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠋⠉⠉⠁⢈⠉⠉⠛⢆⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣆⠀⠹⣿⣿⢿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⠀⠀⠀⢻⣆⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⠘⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⡇⠀⠈⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣦⠀⠘⢧⣘⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⣆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡀⠙⣇⣻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠀⠀⣿⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⢀⣀⣈⣿⣤⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣶⣦⣤⣼⣅⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⢀⣈⣻⣧⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣸⡀⢀⣿⣼⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⢀⡄⣄⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⣴⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⣼⣷⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⢛⣻⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢻⣿⣿⠿⠛⠛⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠈⠉⠛⣿⠿⠛⠛⠛⣿⠋⠉⢹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠀⠀⠀⣿⠉⠁⠀⠀⠈⡿⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠁⠀⠀⡼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⢸⡏⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠐⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠀⠀⠀⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡇⠀⠀⢸⠃⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡆⠀⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⠀⠀⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠀⢾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣤⣴⣾⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⣶⣶⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣶⣦⣼⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣶⣴⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣀⣀⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣤⣼⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⡀⢸⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡏⢸⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿⣿⡏⢻⣿⣿⣿⡞⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠘⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⢸⣿⣿⣿⠋⠉⠉
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣤⢠⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣤⣤⡄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⠈⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⠇⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡏⠉⠁
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣧⣼⣿⣿⡿⠀⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⠘⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣧⣤⣤
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠿⠿⠿⠇⠸⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠸⠿⠿⠿⠀⠀⠸⠿⠿⠇⠀⠸⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢿⠿⠿⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠘⠛⠛⠛⠻⠿⠿

new fortnite fortnite dot art fortnite text art fortnite ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣷⣶⣤⣀⣤⣴⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣤⣀⣤⣶⣾⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠠⣤⣀⡀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⢀⣀⣤⠄⠀⠀
⢀⠤⢤⣤⣬⣙⠳⣿⣿⡿⠀⢀⠀⠈⣿⣿⠁⠀⡀⠈⣿⣿⣿⠞⣋⣥⣤⠤⠤⡀
⠀⢀⡤⠤⢤⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠸⠀⣠⣿⣿⣄⠐⠇⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡤⠤⢤⡀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠛⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⢿⣿⠟⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠻⣿⡿⠻⠛⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡤⠄⠒⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⠞⠋⢀⣠⣤⣴⣶⣶⣾⡿⠶⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⡾⠋⠀⢀⣴⠟⢉⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠗⠀⠘⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣾⠟⠀⠀⠀⠸⠏⠀⠛⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⣀⣤⡀⣴⠶⢶⣶⣲⡶⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣾⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⢰⡄⣶⢻⡷⣾⡏⢶⡆⣿⣋⣹⡿⠻⡦⠀⠀⠀
⣸⣿⠀⠀⠀⣶⣟⡿⢸⡇⣸⡇⣿⠻⠷⠙⠛⠛⠁⠉⠁⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⠀⠀
⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣯⡿⠘⠛⠛⠀⠀⣀⢀⣤⣄⠀⢰⣿⣦⣾⡿⢋⣉⣉⠀⠀
⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⢀⠀⢀⣶⡆⣾⣿⢸⣿⣿⣷⣼⣿⣿⣿⣧⣈⣹⣿⠀⠀
⢸⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣰⣿⠏⠀⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⠙⢿⣿⠇⠉⠛⠛⠛⠉⠀⠀
⠈⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠻⣿⣷⡄⣿⠟⠘⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⢿⠀⠀⠀⢸⠿⠀⠈⠉⠁⢀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣴⣶⣾⠆⣴⡿⠁⠀⣠⣄⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠺⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠾⠋⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣴⣤⡀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new burger king burger king dot art burger king text art burger king ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣶⣶⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⡟⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣼⣿⣀⣹⣿⡆⠀⢤⡄⢤⣄⢤⡤⠀⢤⣤⣤⣤⣤⢤⣄⠀⢤⣤⡤⣤⣤⣤⢠⡄⠀⣤⢤⡤⢤⡠⣤⠤⣴⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢹⣿⡇⠉⠉⢿⣿⡄⢸⡇⠀⢹⡏⢿⣠⡟⢹⣿⠤⠄⢸⡿⣷⣼⡇⠀⣿⡇⠀⢸⡇⠀⡇⢸⡇⣎⠀⣿⠶⠌⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠾⠿⠀⠀⠀⠘⠿⠿⠾⠿⠴⠛⠁⠘⠏⠀⠼⠿⠦⠖⠸⠃⠀⠙⠇⠀⠿⠇⠀⠘⠷⠚⠇⠾⠇⠘⠿⠿⠶⠶⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣀⠀⠀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⡄⢠⣤⡤⠀⢲⣶⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⣰⣶⣶⠖⠀⢲⣶⣶⠶⠶⢶⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣸⣿⣉⣀⠀⢟⡉⠉⡉⣿⣿⢉⣉⣙⣛⣘⣿⣇⣀⡀⣿⢿⣿⡄⠀⣼⡿⣿⣿⢠⣤⣬⣭⣭⣤⣤⣤⣬⣤⣤⣀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢇⣿⠰⠻⣿⣾⡿⠵⣿⣿⠸⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢹⣿⣍⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣶⡆⠀⣼⣿⡆⠀⠹⡿⠁⠀⣿⣿⡀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣤⣤⣤⣤⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠴⠟⠛⠂⠀⠀⠀⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠛⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀

new adventure time adventure time dot art adventure time text art adventure time ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⠟⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⢷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⡾⠋⢁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠉⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣼⠟⠀⠀⠈⠙⠶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠚⢋⣀⣀⣀⣤⣄⠙⣿⡄⠀⠀
⢀⣾⠋⣠⡶⢶⣶⣿⡟⢻⣦⠀⣾⣟⣻⣿⣿⡯⠿⠟⠀⠘⣿⡄⠀
⣼⡏⠀⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠋⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⡀
⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣇
⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿
⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡟
⢸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠒⠛⠛⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠃
⠀⢻⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⡿⠃⠀
⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢦⣤⣤⣄⣀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣴⣶⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new suspicious suspicious dot art suspicious text art suspicious ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠐⠿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣶⣶⣶⣤⣤⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠀⠀⠉⠙⢿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⠟⠁⢠⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⢠⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⡀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀
⣰⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣷⡄
⠈⠻⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠸⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⠃⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⠟⠁
⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣷⡦⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⢴⣾⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new eye eye dot art eye text art eye ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣄⣀⣀⣤⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⡷
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⡾⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠁⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⢹⠉⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣀⠀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠀⠤⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⢃⠈⠢⡁⠒⠄⡀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⢠⣷⣦⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠹⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠃
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀

new california california dot art california text art california ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⡆⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⣼⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠙⠿⠋⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠛⠓⠀⠀⠀⠚⠛⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⣤⠀⢀⠀
⠀⢿⣿⡉⢹⣿⠇⠈⣻⣿⢶⡄⠀⢰⡶⣿⣟⠉⠀⣿⡏⢉⣿⡿⠀⣰⣿⣿⡿⠀
⠀⠘⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠁⠀⠀⠈⠀⣸⣿⠃⠀⢿⣿⡿⠃⠀
⠀⠀⠙⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⠃⠀⠀⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣸⡟⢠⣿⣤⡶
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢰⡿⠀⣿⣿⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⡀⠀⢀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢠⣿⠃⠀⣿⠟⠋⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠻⠿⣿⠿⠟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⡇⠀⣰⡿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀

new legolas legolas dot art legolas text art legolas ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣤⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀
⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⠀
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡄
⠀⠈⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠋⠁⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⣤⡀⠀⠀⠉⢛⡋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃
⠀⢿⣿⣷⣦⡴⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀
⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠈⠛⠟⠁⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣦⣄⣀⣀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new steam steam dot art steam text art steam ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣾⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠃⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣀
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠈⣁⠀⠻⠿⠋⠁⠀⣀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿
⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠐⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠿⠂⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠁
⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀
⠀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡁⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠁⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀
⠀⠉⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣦⣀⣀⣴⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⠿⠋⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⣿⣿⡟⠀⠈⠛⠿⠿⠛⠁⠀⢸⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new frodo frodo dot art frodo text art frodo ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⢛⡝⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠿⢿⡼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣉⣉⣉⠙⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣾⣿⣷⡄⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⢿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣟⠯⢹⡇⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡍⣸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢿⣃⡞⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⡙⢀⣾⠃⣼⣿⣿⣿⡟⠇⣰⡟⢀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣧⠈⡿⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣿⡿⣯⠛⠆⢀⣼⠇⠀⢻⣿⣿⡇⣁⣴⢟⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠛⠶⠾⠿⠛⠁⠀⢀⣀⣈⣙⠛⠋⠁⣾⣿⣿⣿⠻⠉⣽⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠
⠀⣀⣴⣶⣶⣦⣤⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡄⣿⣿⠏⠉⢀⣾⠃⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⡟
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠏⣿⡈⠛⠛⠛⢋⣡⣴⣶⣤⠹⣇⡾⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡉⢀⣿⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠟⠀⠀
⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠁⢸⡟⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⢻⠏⣹⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠘⣿⡀⢹⡿⠃⠋⣀⡼⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢦⠁⠀⣸⡇⠈⠛⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⠻⣿⡙⠛⠀⣠⣴⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⠷⣤⣴⣶⠿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new paw paw dot art paw text art paw ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⡙⠻⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠉⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣠⣴⣶⣾⣿⣶⣶⣦⣈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣌⡙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new suzuki suzuki dot art suzuki text art suzuki ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠔⣲⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣾⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣽⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣼⣿⡿⠫⡿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢧⠀⠀⢀⠀⣠⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⡰⠟⢫⣾⡏⣰⣟⠙⣿⣿⡿⣼⠀⢀⣾⣾⠟⢀⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⢿⣯⣶⣿⢟⣵⣿⠀⢬⣏⣯⣾⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⠿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣯⡥⣽⣿⣿⠀⡿⣭⢹⣥⡤⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢱⢟⣿⠇⣸⡟⣕⢫⣷⣤⠾⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡻⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢠⢸⡏⣾⣿⣥⡷⠁⠀⢿⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣞⢸⣿⣿⣿⣇⢠⣶⡟⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⠛⠻⣿⣸⣿⣥⡀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⡟⢧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠹⠈⠿⣿⢷⣄⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⢿⣿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠛⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀

new my little pony my little pony dot art my little pony text art my little pony ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⠿⠋⢩⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣴⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⣼⠿⢿⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣀⠀⣀⣴⣶⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⣠⣾⠿⠛⠛⠛⠻⣿⣶⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣶⣦⣤⣀⢀⣤⣶⣶⣦⣤⣄⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⡾⠟⠋⠉⣿⣿⠟⠁⣸⣿⠃⣠⣾⠿⠛⠛⠿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⠊⠉⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⠏⠁⠀⠀⠉⠙⣿⣦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⢸⠟⠁⠀⠀⣿⡟⣾⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡇⠀⠀⢠⣶⡄⠀⠀⡋⠀⠀⢠⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠏
⠀⠀⢠⣾⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣧⣿⠀⠀⠀⣶⡆⠀⢀⠇⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠲⣶⣤⣿⠏⠀
⠀⣰⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠘⠉⠉⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣠⡀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣷⠀⠀
⢠⣿⣁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠤⣴⡾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⡀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠷⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀
⠀⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣼⣿⣄⣀⣀⣀⣴⣄⣀⣀⣀⣠⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⡟⠀⠀
⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⡄⠀⠀⠘⠛⣦⣤⣤⣴⣿⠟⠙⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠋⠈⠛⠻⠿⠛⠋⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⠻⢿⣶⣶⣶⡾⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀
⣾⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⢀⣴⣾⠟⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⣴⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢹⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⢀⣼⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠈⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⠻⣷⣦⣀⡀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣾⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new cheetos cheetos dot art cheetos text art cheetos ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣶⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣾⣿⡏⠁⠈⠙⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠸⣿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⠀⢠⣤⣤⠀⠀⢠⣤⣤⠀⣤⣤⣠⣴⣶⣦⣄⠀⢠⣤⣤⣠⣴⣶⠀⣀⣤⣶⣶⣤⡀⠀⣤⣤⣄⣤⣶⣦⣄⣠⣴⣶⣦⡀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⣶⣤⡀
⠀⠀⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣷⡄⣼⣿⡏⠀⠀⢸⣿⡏⢸⣿⣿⠟⠛⠻⣿⣿⡆⢸⣿⣿⠟⠛⢛⣾⣿⠟⠉⠙⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿⡟⠉⢻⣿⣿⠟⠉⣿⣿⡇⢠⣾⣿⠋⠉⠙⣿⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⣼⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⣾⣿⡏⠀⠀⢸⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢳⣿⣿⠀⠀⣸⣿⡟⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿
⢴⣿⣦⣀⣠⣼⣿⡿⠀⣿⣿⣄⣀⣰⣿⡿⠀⣿⣿⣧⣀⣀⣴⣿⡿⠁⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⢸⣿⣧⡀⢀⣠⣤⡤⢸⣿⡟⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⢀⣿⣿⠁⣿⣿⣇⠀⢀⣴⣤⠄
⠈⠻⠿⣿⠿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠙⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠁⢸⣿⣿⠻⠿⠿⠿⠋⠀⠸⠿⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠿⠿⠟⠋⠀⠿⠿⠇⠀⠀⠿⠿⠀⠀⠸⠿⠿⠀⠈⠻⠿⠿⠿⠟⠉⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new supreme supreme dot art supreme text art supreme ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣷⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣀⣀⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠏⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠃⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣨⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡈⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢠⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀
⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀
⢶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⠇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀
⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⡿⠋⠀⠀⢀⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⢰⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷
⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃
⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠀
⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣦⣤⣤⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠿⠿⠛⠿⠟⠋⠁⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠟⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new peace sign peace sign dot art peace sign text art peace sign ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡤⠶⠶⠒⠒⠒⠒⠶⣶⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠞⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣶⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀
⠀⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀
⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧
⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟
⠈⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇
⠀⠸⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀
⠀⠀⠙⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣄⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢦⣄⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠓⠶⠿⠿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new yin yang yin yang dot art yin yang text art yin yang ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣴⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣦⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⠂⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠐⣶⣶⣤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀
⢠⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠛⠻⢿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⣼⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⡄
⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⢸⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿
⠘⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⠇
⠀⠈⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣆⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠋⢹⣿⡆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡿⠁⠀⣼⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠏⠀⢀⣴⣿⠏⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠟⠁⠀⣠⣾⡿⠃⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣿⠟⠁⠀⢀⣼⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⡿⠟⠁⠀⣀⣴⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡀⣀⣴⣿⠿⠋⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢘⣿⣿⣿⠛⠁⠀⢀⣴⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣠⣾⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⠛⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

new katana katana dot art katana text art katana ascii art dot art text art ascii art

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢁⠈⢻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⡀⠭⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣷⣶⣶⡆⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠄⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣼⣿⣿⠿⠶⠙⣿⡟⠡⣴⣿⣽⣿⣧⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣟⣭⣾⣿⣷⣶⣶⣴⣶⣿⣿⢄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣩⣿⣿⣿⡏⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣹⡋⠘⠷⣦⣀⣠⡶⠁⠈⠁⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⠃⣴⣶⡔⠒⠄⣠⢀⠄⠄⠄⡨⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡘⠿⣷⣿⠿⠟⠃⠄⠄⣠⡇⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⢁⣷⣠⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣠⣾⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⠙⠻
⡿⠟⠋⠁⠄⠄⠄⢸⣿⣿⡯⢓⣴⣾⣿⣿⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⡟⣷⠄⠹⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣸⣿⡷⡇⠄⣴⣾⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⠃⣦⣄⣿⣿⣿⠇⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢸⣿⠗⢈⡶⣷⣿⣿⡏⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄

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hi this is an active akemi member i would like to stay anonymous cause i would get hate for this bs. i agree, copying is bad but u akemi members are taking it to far. once i saw someone saying some shit to someone who copied even tho they changed it.. most people are fucking brainwashed by akemi nd dont even wanna hear the other person side of story. akemi needs to understand that lauren isint that kind okay?

new lauren akemi chiyo stop laur is not that kind brainwashed

can yall stop beefing? this is a web for CUTE combos. and then theres you talking about this fucking drama that was happening around a week ago.. STFU AND YEAH.. I DONT WANNA SEE ANYMORE ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ - find out who i am

new akemi 4_lauren itsRionn stfu chiyo

lets stop da drama! (ᗒᗣᗕ)

new akemi roblox 4_lauren

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if yall wanna see some beef search up "Akemi" -Leiona!ᯓᡣ𐭩ִ ࣪𖤐

new beef akemi drama leiona_here

uhm to the ppl who are wondering what akemi is, its a group and theres kinda drama so im rly sorry if it bothers u. ೀ

new akemi to ppl who dont understand lauren lottie

fuck akemi, fuck lauren, fuck everyone in that group go kys ur self u black monkeys get a life - Ria 👽

new akemi lauren bitch lol

YALL STFU🎀♡

new akemi #freelauren #AKEMIOVRLOTTIETOADANDARI 4_lauren

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⣧⠘⢿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⣼⡹⣾⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠈⠁⠈⠻⡽⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠓⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣟⡳⢧⣻⡽⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡯
⣿⣶⣤⣄⣹⡽⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠓⠒⠒⠒⠚⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⢯⡳⣞⣿⣷⣹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⢳
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣷⣒⣦⢤⣤⣠⣀⣄⣠⣤⣤⣴⣶⢻⡽⣻⣮⣗⣻⢼⣻⡟⢾⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⣭⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣳⢦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡏⠁⠉⠓⠦⣉⡉⠛⣙⣩⠵⢚⠩⠳⣽⣽⣼⣿⣾⣷⣷⣿⣿⠆⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣻⣾⣿

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