Be͈low ̺is the po̯d ŏ̞f̽ Juffo-Wup -- there for a th̯ousand̂ centuries͠. When we a͍re col͈d,̾ the ̆p̫od ̸open̮̖s ͘and wa̗r̤ms ȕ̟s̅. Ẅ́h​e̝n it is dar̝̆k, the̶ pò͟d̨̠̱̿̚ c͇̎le̤̹̮nche͠s ảnd̹ lo, there is̾͆ light. You are the Non. ͟The pod is nȍt f̒or you. You m̞ust ҉l̈́eave.