Belo̪w is the põd ̆of J̑uff͟o-Wup -̗- th̅e̱͠rę f̗͜or͑ ä́ t͂housȁ̸̈́nd ̫centuries. When w̌e are̥ col̀d, the pod opens and warms us. When i̯t is dark, the pod clenc̾hes and lo, there is light. You are the Non. The pod is not for you. You must leave.