⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     ⣠⠴⠛⠲⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    ⢀⡴⠋⠛⠯⣀⠠⡀⠘⣇⠀⣠⠦⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⢧⡆⢸⣰⠃⠀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀⠈⢹⡄⠀⡀⢧⢠⠀⢸⣾⣇⡼⠃⠀⠀⠀⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣞⠁⠀⠀⢄⠀⢻⡄⠹⡌⢯⡇⢸⣿⠋⠀⠀⡴⠀⢀⡏⠀⢐⣶⣤⠴⠞⢳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠒⠒⠋⠳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⢄⡑⢤⡙⣦⡹⣾⣧⣼⣃⢠⣦⠞⠀⢠⡞⠀⠀⣼⣿⠅⠀⣴⡾⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣳⡴⠖⠚⠛⠻⠿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣾⡶⠋⠛⢦⠀⣿⣿⣠⣾⡿⠃⠀⠀⡤⢼⣅⠀⡄⢸⠀⣰⠋⠁⠀⠀⠉⠹⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠈⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠉⣯⣁⡀⣀⣴⣧⡿⠟⠙⠉⠀⣤⠤⢀⡇⠀⠈⢷⡇⡇⣸⠁⡀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⡏⠉⠓⢦⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⠉⢹⣶⣶⣶⠋⠙⠁⢀⣠⣴⣋⠀⠀⢧⣽⣿⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⢻⢄⠀⣧⠀⠸⡌⢿⢣⠇⡴⢡⣾⠖⠀⢀⡼⣡⠆⢀⡾⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠓⠺⠿⠖⠛⢙⡷⠶⣺⡿⠁⡇⠙⠻⢶⣼⡟⠘⣇⢨⣙⣦⡀⠘⢯⡻⣾⣞⢆⢻⣞⣿⣼⣷⠟⢁⣠⣴⣯⣾⠗⣠⡞⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠏⢀⢿⠏⣡⠞⡽⢦⡀⠀⢻⣧⠀⠈⠛⠿⢿⣷⡀⢀⣹⢻⠟⠦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⠛⠛⠻⠤⠾⠥⠴⠶⡄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠀⣡⠼⠛⠁⣸⠃⠀⠹⡄⠀⠛⢷⣄⣰⣄⠀⠹⣿⡿⡼⢸⡄⠀⠘⠻⢻⢿⣿⠛⠤⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠃
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⠟⠁⠀⠀⡴⣿⣠⢖⢋⡇⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣟⣧⢠⡿⠋⢁⣰⡟⠓⢦⡀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣆⣀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡤⠞⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡤⠴⣶⣤⣄⡀⠙⢿⣿⣿⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⡏⢻⣿⣿⣥⡶⠟⠛⠻⣷⣶⣭⡉⠹⣄⠛⡆⣿⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢧⡀⠀⠈⠉⣿⣿⣦⣀⣈⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⢧⣀⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣎⣻⣿⡄⠘⢦⡤⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣷⣶⣾⠿⠟⢉⡁⠉⠻⣦⡤⠤⣼⠉⠀⠀⠙⣯⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠀⢠⣶⣯⣿⣿⠿⡷⠋⠀⠀⠀⠙⢦⡰⡄⢸⣄⡼⠉⢹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠛⠛⠛⢾⡅⠀⠀⢄⢀⠀⠀⣷⣿⢘⡿⠁⠀⠀⢷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡆⠀⠀⡀⠀⢷⡀⢰⡈⣏⣆⠀⢸⡿⠋⠀⢀⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⠀⠀⠈⠢⡈⢳⣄⠳⡜⣾⡀⣿⠁⣀⣠⠋⠀⣰⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⣀⣈⣑⣮⣷⣽⣦⣹⣿⣿⣿⣾⡋⣡⣦⡼⠧⣄⠀⣟⣦⠖⠛⢩⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠭⣽⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⣿⠃⠀⠀⠈⣾⣿⡗⠀⣠⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠟⠲⠤⢤⣄⣠⡼⠿⠟⠛⠁⢀⡿⠓⠈⠉⠈⢹⣿⣧⣾⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠷⢤⣀⣒⣻⡿⠟⢦⣈⣠⣶⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⠟⣁⡤⢤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡿⣾⡁⡟⣿⠃⣠⣤⡶⠟⢻⣿⣿⣯⡟⠿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠻⣁⡷⢳⣿⣼⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠙⢮⣛⡇⠀⠈⣳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠟⠉⠀⢸⣿⣟⣴⣾⣉⡛⠲⣄⠀⠉⠙⠒⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⢸⣿⠁⠈⠳⣜⢯⠳⣌⠻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀  ⠈⠛⠲⠦⠤⢿⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⢸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

A flower bends, its petals thin,
At wit's end, it wallows in sin,
It whispers soft, but none reply,
A quiet hope that fades and dies.