⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡈⢷⣤⣤⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣥⣘⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⠐⢂⣶⠞⣀⠀⢀⠌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡛⠻⣽⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⠀⠐⣿⢬⣧⣽⡾⡘⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣷⣵⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣷⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣾⣿⣻⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢇⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠨⣥⢸⣿⣿⣷⣄⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡳⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠩⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡄⣿⠿⠛⢺⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠑⣢⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣷⣿⣦⠀⠈⢿⡿⡯⠻⣻⣟⡿⣿⢟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣽⣿⣷⡉⠒⣄⣈⣻⣦⡀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣍⠌⠀⠀⣼⣿⣡⣶⣽⣾⠟⣡⣾⡼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⠓⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣷⣻⣽⣿⣧⣸⣿⣝⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⠽⠞⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⠈⡇⠀⣰⣿⡿⢋⠕⣱⣬⣿⣾⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡅⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠸⠴⣿⣿⣏⡠⢞⣽⣿⣽⠹⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣶⣠⣼⡇⣻⣿⠀⠺⣿⣿⣿⡷⠛⢿⢿⡾⠻⣿⣼⣯⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⡖⡦⡛⠿⣙⣿⣦⢨⣰⡧⠁⢸⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⠃⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⡉⡟⢿⣿⢻⡄⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣟⣾⣽⣿⣯⢸⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣆⡽⣼⣷⣆⠀⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢆⣇⣛⣸⡇⢠⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⡿⣽⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣯⡀⣻⣿⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠗⣺⣵⣾⢟⣿⣿⣟⡅⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣷⣯⣯⣟⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⢿⣿⢿⣿⣾⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⣟⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣧⣿⣯⣿⣯⣿⢝⣾⣽⣿⣿⢿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢷⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣯⣟⣯⢷⣷⣻⣳⡿⣎⡟⡆⣿⣾⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡟⣿⣿⣿⣯⣟⣾⣳⣿⣏⣷⢻⣋⣏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣟⠛⢿⣿⣿⣟⣧⣯⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢻⢿⣛⣭⣽⠆
⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣟⣷⣿⠿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣿⣿⡻⡿⠿⠿⢻⣿⣿⣾⣿⣷⣄⡜⠻⣿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⣶⡏⠙⣿⣿⣿⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⢋⡙⠋⠉⠀⠈⢿⣿⠁⠀⠉⠙⢣⡱⡀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⡟⠻⢿⣷⣄⠉⠀⠘⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣴⡟⣡⠀⢿⣿⣿⡄
⢀⣤⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣤⣤⣤⣿⢿⣷⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⠋⠻⡄⠀⠠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⡿⡅⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀
⠰⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⡿⠛⣉⣸⣴⡟⠃⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣦⠁⠠⢏⡿⠋⠀
⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠙⠋⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⡟⣉⣬⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡙⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⣻⣿⠁⠈⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢩⣿⣿⣥⣤⣶⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⣿⣿⡄⢸⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠘⠛⠛⠃⠙⠿⠿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣨⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢛⡉⠿⠁⠀⣾⣿⣯⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣔⡑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣥⣼⠎⠀⠀⠻⢽⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣮⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⠿⠛⠉⠁⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⣿⠹⣏⢿⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⢻⡿⢿⣿⢛⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠃⠿⠈⠇⠚⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Lands that stretched on forever. Skies one could drown in. The heartbeat of nature, silent yet strong.
And amidst it all a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before.

They are my meaning and my purpose. My love.

In spite of...or perhaps because of this, I choose to believe.

In mankind's potential. In his ability to find a way forward.

So let there be no way back. From that temptation I sunder us.

No more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise.

Henceforth, he shall walk.