Belo̩w is ͉the̶ pod̀ of̸ Juffo-W̉up̬ ̗-- th​er̨e for a ͘thousand centuri͑es. When̲ we are cold, the pod opens and warms us. When it is dark, the pod clenches and lo, there is light. You are the Non. The pod is no̚t f҉or you. You must̀ ͅle̞ave.