The light from above is not warm.
You no longer remember what warmth feels like.
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You no longer remember how to feel.
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Y̷̤̟̯̍̋̂o̴͚͊͐̈͛̊̔͒͠ų̸̺̠̘̤̆̌ͅ ̷̛̛͔͔̑̆̇͗̿̈̽n̷͓͓̬͈̳̘͈̟̄͜o̷̮̽̓͑ ̴̨̙́̓̽̿́̑̅̏̽͜͝l̴̢̡̛̛̛̮͚̪̫̉̾̓̐̅͝ǫ̵͎̼͎̘͓̟̯̏̾́̈̔̆͑͜ͅn̷̳̎̀̈́̀̽̄̐̚͘͝ģ̴̠̣͇͍͈̹̈́̄̊̌̓̈͌̌̀̕͘e̶̫͖̤̘̐̐͜ͅr̵̡̬͔̠͔̙͉̮͛̔͂̈́̔̿͐̈̔͐͝ ̶̲́̎̏̓͂̆͆r̸͇̯̤̫͈̤̼̈̎͒̋̅ͅé̸̡͚̠̜̈͆̈͋͋͒ͅm̷̱͕̝̗͇̹͕̙̖̘̟̃ȅ̸̡̢̛̝̋̀̆̓͐̄̒m̶̮̞̰̰̎̃͝ͅb̷̧̧̛̤̠̍̍͘͠ĕ̷̹̟̼̟͔̤̮̜̘̇͜r̸̡͈̞̙̩̬̟̭̫̪̿̇̈̾̊́̚͝.̶̨̨̛̩͉̾̐̉͘͠
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Y̴̢̧̨̩̞̝̻̯̙̲͇͍̠̳̬̺͍̲̹͈̹̩͔̙̲͓̖͍͈͚̘̙̫͚̼͚͓̐͂̎̐̍̒͂̄̔̌͊͐͘̚͘͜ͅǫ̶̧̡̛̹̬̗͔̯̖͉̠͈̭̭̥͉̮̫̼̹͇̭̻̙̘̞̫̞̠͙͈͖̹͈̼̥̝̳̇̈́̊̈́̒̎̊͆̓̓̑̀̆͑̒̔͊̿͘ͅu̴̡̨̢̲̘̭̺̫͎̫̻̮̝̻̦͌̊̇̆̀̋̀̉͒̑̌͆̇͛̂ͅ ̴̢͇̯̖̙͖̯̞̠̮̘̖̝̳̯͍͎̍̍̿́̔̔͒̒̊͆́́̌͊̐͐̐̒͌͐̉͐̎̈́̎̈́̚̕͜͝ņ̵̡͎̦̬̻̈̈́̋ơ̷̢̨͖̭̹̝̺̫̻̼̭̳̲͇̮̤̪̝̠̦͒͐͑̇̅̐̆͆̾͂̍́̑͂͛̓̑̐̀͂̅͋̈́̽̂̈́̌͒̆͘̕͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̛̛̯̀̍̈̐̆̎̀́̇̌̔̑͐̐̂͑͒̿̉̄̔͌̄̿͠͝ḷ̸̞͒̀̎͐̋̓͋͒̊̆̓̊̊̂͋́̍̚ơ̵͉̱̘̥͖̫̙͉͍̮̙̲̭̥͔͔̖͕̺͋̓̊̈́͒́͑̀̓͐̌͆̿̀͂̋̇̐̉͊̈̒͋̒̇̉̓͑̆͘̚̚͘͜͝͝n̴̛̳̺͚͓͋̎̓̋̊̃̔̅̆̈́́̈́̀̈̃̏̏̽̑̈́͋͠͝ͅg̶̡̨̢̱͈͔̲̬̩͎̮͎̰̲̩̞̯̟̮͙͖͈̫̼̫̫̜̗̰̱̺̜͇͇̣̬̰̈́̿͒̓̓̅̌͒̍̉̿̾͝ĕ̷̼̭͎̖̩̫̠̗̮̜̺͈͙̖͇̯̮̥̬̩͇̟̯͗͛́̚͜r̶̛̫̦̪̪̮̝̙͛́͌͆̔̔̃̈́͊̀͗͐̓̏̑̉̉̄̑̈́̈͛̍͗̾̊͗̍͐̈́̉̚͝͝͠.̷̧͙̯̞͓̞̳͔͍͓̼͕̺̑̀̑̍̐̉́͐͊̎̒̐̃̓̓̚͘̕͜͝.̴̡̨̧̨̢̯̜̲̮̗̮̫̙͕̼̥̣͈͎̬̜̰̦̮͚̳̗̪̯̜͓͈̙̜̫̭͇͔̄̈́͒͒̈́̐̈́͑̒́͋͊̍͂͋́̔̿̈́̍͗͜͜͝͝.̴̛̥̬͎̠͇͔̭͖͔̜́̌̂̓̓̏̔̐̇́̈̏͂̇̑̈̈́̆̈́͂̓͌͑̽̌̃̅̚̕͜͝͠ͅ