ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗢’ 𝗖𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘅. 𓏲࣪ 𓉳 ࣪⊹ ㅤㅤㅤ A gentle gust of wind caressed every inch of the core of a lassie who was relishing her eternity; erudition. An ancient codex was left emptied; she doesn't distinguish the page yet– she still plaudits her ogle at it. Magnificent penmanships with exquisite knuckles began to haul caress the sluggish manuscript. She lunged engraving ensuing emblem continously attained a sketch that caught her vigilance. The script was pitch ebony; forthwith dull. To be apt to graze it imposes beneath amassing and prudent scrutiny on each writing; even the point of motility like being sailed forth and drawn into the illusion of that ancient opuscule. The dandelions; nitty-gritty of vigor, an emblem of strength. It still conscious legitimately to uphold it's dignity even though the whiffs relentlessly aimed to annihilate it; they endure it. Whereas the climax, they had to oomph amid with the demise gust. Gawks the pinnacle is pinched betwixt the sandy sheets; implying ancient, scurrying onwards– disappearing in the dawn cinch. With an idle bustle, she closed the opus and get up. She bequeath a little thump on her back to obliterate the dust that might stick to the lanky black gown she wore. She began to amble, around the lawn, and germs swelled surplus. Magnificent germ fixed her vigilance, the valor of the limb aids the germ so it can upraise upright and be an enormous allure. Slowly she carried her hoofs to waddle toward it. With an adoring stare, she forthwith lunatic and snatched it; didn't reckon what would to occur. She hemmed its branch into the nucleus of the ancient codex she was carrying. With a pleased soul, she galloped while humming, ascertaining how quenched she was. ㅤㅤㅤ