꒰ᩧ৯ ͜ ·̩͙.࿔ ˚̣̣̣𓈒ིུ ͜໒꒱ ۪۪ ྀ꒱ From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity. ۪۪ ྀུ 🗝 ۪۪ ྀ ·̩͙.࿔ ་ ◟ ͜ 𓈒 ᚐ Yours Sincerely, Sellasouls