Below is the pod of Juffo-Wup -- th̽ere for a thousand cê̶nturȉes. When we̠ are co͏ld, ̯the pod opens and ̂warms us. When ̲i̬t is ̚d̬ark, th̳e pod clenches and l̺o̾, th̡ere is lig̶͊ht. You are the Non. The pod is not for you. You must leave.