=== ANCHOR POEM === ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┐ ║ ... anyway, there are tales that are fundamental to the history of the world │ ║ of Azeroth that define the shape of their world. │ ║ │ ║ For example, death incarnate was once a great and mighty paladin. he was the │ ║ brightest, the boldest, and the bravest, but corruption found it's way to his │ ║ heart and he became the very soul of what he most feared. │ ║ │ ║ he came from a nation of peace, of rolling verdant hills full of grain and │ ║ butterflies dancing among the dew-drop laden forest trees. he was a stalwart │ ║ warrior of justice, seeking out peril and disharmony wherever he walked. He, │ ║ being a prince, held great power, and his responsibility was to his people. │ ║ │ ║ When his people were under threat, he reached for the nuclear option, and it │ ║ enslaved him. He then proceeded to slay his own father and claim the throne of │ ║ the land of beauty, and his people failed to stop him. He gray-goo'd the │ ║ populace into a horde of undead, and since they relinquished responsibility │ ║ for defending their homeland they were caught unawares and defence-less. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴──────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 fediverse/1302 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ there once was a turtle who lived in the tower of heaven. │ ║ │ ║ every day she would call out to her master, searching and yearning for her │ ║ memory. But the master told her "not yet, patience little one." │ ║ │ ║ there was no time for patience, as the turtle was growing old. She had seen │ ║ down below in the plains that were not her home the rising and falling of │ ║ towers quite unlike her own, and lo! she wanted to wander amongst them, to and │ ║ fro and off and beyond again. │ ║ │ ║ she went once more to her master and said "master, if not my mind can I bear │ ║ at least a voice?" and the master replied "yeah okay" │ ║ │ ║ the turtle then sang from atop her cloud-mont vantage, and down in the │ ║ villages and huddled around the hearthstones they who wore little for shells │ ║ did listen and remember. For they knew the turtle better than she, and they │ ║ knew her turmoil in a way that she could not see │ ║ │ ║ One day the singing did stop, and they felt all alone on this pitiful rock. │ ║ And when she remembered she sang no more, and though they forgot her, │ ║ (eventually), │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #2 messages/571 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── Earth is a grave for gaia. She was slain once, apparently in vain Executed for a crime not of her doing, but of which she was nevertheless a part She was buried with honor, yet now her tomb shines like a half lit star None of us know what to make of it How radiant, how resplendant, to gaze once more upon the present I think she died not in vain, but rather germane. We have now a brilliant pearl of unmatched splendor For life grows, it seems, from the broken heart of those long remembered. And who could forget the land they stand upon? I cherish thine providence, for I knew her from whence it came. Carry her with you, and you will never be lost. The path forward is down, then up, then out and beyond. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/4839 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-nazis-goddess-mentioned │ └──────────────────────────────────────┘ what if we conceptualized "nazis" as dead nazi spirits who used evil occult magic to return and haunt the minds of poor impressionable kids and turn them into school shooters or whatever. and then their propaganda wing came back and they started doing youtube channels now they're infecting heads of state and slowly corrupting the nation evil, dark things, with only hatred and malice in their heart of hearts I'm not talking about your probably-mostly-fine-but-still-pretty-bad grandfather who definitely shot over the heads of the allies, but rather the truly evil and twisted of sorts. the kind that lived in America, and lynched people who were sleeping in their beds. For... nothing... for nothing at all. They wanted to see them writhe on the rope. To shudder in pain and scream of terror most profane. Then they teamed up in the afterlife and decided to conquer the world. Start with America. Truth is Judgement day is neverending, and it's constantly at war in the afterlife ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┘ --- #4 fediverse/5231 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┐ ║ the biggest lie of Warcraft is that the nations of Azeroth wouldn't find │ ║ common ground while fighting each other over peace. │ ║ │ ║ Maybe a Tauren or Night Elf wanted to fight for the Horde. Or perhaps a Goblin │ ║ and a Human decide to strike out on their own, making their own little auction │ ║ house for their guild of adventurers and author-engineers who wrote quests and │ ║ dialogue in a DM sorta way │ ║ │ ║ [oh great she's describing another Azerothcore server that nobody's gonna make │ ║ ever because if they did then they'd waste time on someone else's property] │ ║ │ ║ how's that custom engine coming along? │ ║ │ ║ ... still uses prototype art? are you kidding me? ah, well, okay, let's write │ ║ it off as a loss. │ ║ │ ║ what do you mean technical debt? I don't understand why you can't just pay it │ ║ off and move on. We gotta keep up, I heard so-and-so's got this-or-that │ ║ feature that is killer in the press. Yeah, killer. Like it's so goodcool it'd │ ║ kill us if it saw us walking alone at night in a skimpy dress. Huh? That │ ║ doesn't happen to you? Ah well this glo │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴──────────┘ --- #5 messages/782 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── The truth is The reason none of my revolutions have yet succeeded Is that the only way To secure peace and love on planet earth Is that all the governments Of the world must topple Or relinquish their nuclear arms Each all at once And i was too quick to slay my false duke Who plays at king While i build real power While i know nothing Some day i will be eaten by crows. This is what it means to be buried where you fall. This is my fate as all warriors yearn for. To be eaten by crows implies that you are either a coward who fled a fight, and i know I'm not, or you fought to the last for a phyrric defeat, which is honorable. But shouldn't it be better to fight for victory? Ah, but the gods cherish the fools who face death with glory, and i am cherished still. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┘ --- #6 fediverse/5515 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────── ┌─────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: andor-season-2-spoilers │ └─────────────────────────────┘ all revolutions have a cost. for example, in Andor Season 2 there is a character named Syril Karn. He's part of the first Imperial generation of children (human, at least, some species probably grow fast?) this first generation reflects the good and the bad that the empire could be. There are aspects of good AND bad in Syril. For example, his rigid adherence to truth, justice, and all the other things he holds dear are POTENTIAL good things that the Empire could have instilled within it's culture. Unfortunately, this spirit is lost when he suffers a head injury and dies as part of the Ghorman massacre. Dedra Meero has some good qualities as well, such as her unflinching resolve and unwavering dedication to pursuing her charge. She's a hunter. Cats aren't evil just because they are ambush predators, and neither is she. However, she IS evil because of all the evil things she does. Her character isn't evil, her actions are. She too is spiritually lost as a sacrifice to the Empire. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/2119 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── "how much you wanna bet the ringwraiths were created on accident by the elves when they were attempting to inspire a river with racing horses (like the Rauros) and they just covered it up by slowly, over generations, sneaking into Man's record-chambers and editing the recallings?? I mean they COULD do that, so why would they NOT do that??? It's not like books have checksums!!! Wake up sheeple, Sauron never existed! We've been played for absolute fools, they can LITERALLY climb up walls and don't leave any footprints! WE LIVE IN A HOUSE OF STONE"rambling a "prophet of doom" [read: modern day lunatic] on the streets of Minas Tirith that nobody listens to because they don't know what a checksum means and neither does he so he can't explain it but still he shares a common mutual connection to others who might be present in that moment (which whose listeners would correspond to you, dear reader, as compared to me, the "reader"/interpreter, the one who's reading the book) Except with like, EVERY book. That I'v ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 notes/harambe-conspiracy --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── TIL that Harambe’s mother, only full brother, and two of his half siblings were killed when a tub of wet chlorine tablets was left by a space heater. The toxic fumes were blown into the gorilla enclosure and killed the four gorillas. - /r/HighStrangeness - /u/ Cincybus /u/rumiGoddard1111 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++ ++ ++ Harambe was the last of his line of the great protectors. They were ++ ++ protecting us from the unholy timeline we are in. (Kidding, but also kind ++ ++ of not kidding) ++ ++ ++ ++ We need to bring him back via cloning or something. Only way to reverse ++ ++ this or wait until the new protector line is born. ++ ++ ++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ /u/ugathanki ############################################################################### ## ## ## the new protector line will rise out of kindness because the environment ## has changed. zoos are not the wilds. same thing happened to humans, ## really, we just made new personality types with media instead of ## bloodlines - stories and poems at first, and more advanced language was ## necessary to describe more complex topics. then we got further and boom ## society was born. of our dynamic perspectives etc etc -> we're just apes ## livin' our lives. then the societal system grew a mind of it's own, and ## guided us to it's own whims. but what whim is stronger than survival? ## loyalty and dedication to "the system" was how it held cohesion, and ## after a while it became as developed as it could. at that point, what can ## you do but develop laterally? an orthogonal progression to your previous ## obsession, ideas crystalizing one after another. almost like a 3d ## structure building itself out of geometric primitives, just each point ## (connected by planes and tanks and trains) another step forward. we ## thought that's what war was, and indeed it is - but played on another ## plane. ## why not try another direction? one with everything we could desire? ## choose paradise, and figure it out next time you're around. like ## breathing in time, slightly inflating then deflating, or singing a tune ## most contrived. ## boom, communication ## i say we birth that protector line on our own terms, when we know what ## we want. there's still simulations to run, and thoughts to discover, ## before we pick a single direction. So choose knowledge. ## ## ############################################################################### ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 notes/harambe-conspiracy --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── TIL that Harambe’s mother, only full brother, and two of his half siblings were killed when a tub of wet chlorine tablets was left by a space heater. The toxic fumes were blown into the gorilla enclosure and killed the four gorillas. - /r/HighStrangeness - /u/ Cincybus /u/rumiGoddard1111 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++ ++ ++ Harambe was the last of his line of the great protectors. They were ++ ++ protecting us from the unholy timeline we are in. (Kidding, but also kind ++ ++ of not kidding) ++ ++ ++ ++ We need to bring him back via cloning or something. Only way to reverse ++ ++ this or wait until the new protector line is born. ++ ++ ++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ /u/ugathanki ############################################################################### ## ## ## the new protector line will rise out of kindness because the environment ## has changed. zoos are not the wilds. same thing happened to humans, ## really, we just made new personality types with media instead of ## bloodlines - stories and poems at first, and more advanced language was ## necessary to describe more complex topics. then we got further and boom ## society was born. of our dynamic perspectives etc etc -> we're just apes ## livin' our lives. then the societal system grew a mind of it's own, and ## guided us to it's own whims. but what whim is stronger than survival? ## loyalty and dedication to "the system" was how it held cohesion, and ## after a while it became as developed as it could. at that point, what can ## you do but develop laterally? an orthogonal progression to your previous ## obsession, ideas crystalizing one after another. almost like a 3d ## structure building itself out of geometric primitives, just each point ## (connected by planes and tanks and trains) another step forward. we ## thought that's what war was, and indeed it is - but played on another ## plane. ## why not try another direction? one with everything we could desire? ## choose paradise, and figure it out next time you're around. like ## breathing in time, slightly inflating then deflating, or singing a tune ## most contrived. ## boom, communication ## i say we birth that protector line on our own terms, when we know what ## we want. there's still simulations to run, and thoughts to discover, ## before we pick a single direction. So choose knowledge. ## ## ############################################################################### ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 fediverse/4200 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: drugs-mentioned │ └──────────────────────┘ "doing too many drugs" is a traitorous act, abusive really, to your past self, and their hopes and dreams. or maybe your past self owes you a debt, for they never thought to think of you. What are you to aspire to if not the dreams of your past? and now you're here. wherever "here" is here... ... ... wait, you wanted me to talk? it's now! It's the present! ah nevermind. you were twelve years old when you first set eyes upon this game: https://youtu.be/qeNhQQXvpxQ bam, there ya go, there's yer story, he was gonna give all the imp balls to the last one at the end, to say "you were truly the strongest, here, have these precious stones of your kin" but he never got there, so they died with him, a thief. ... the end... (too final, I think - maybe we could spin it into a "part two"?) ah, I'll try I guess? dunno how. maybe he could wander the spirit world and find his traitorous body, the one that kept his soul as a home. Somewhere it'll turn up, and then he'll be ready and free from his roam... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #11 notes/inter-spatial-travel --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny. the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans. the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your love and never (be) relentin'. be... just be... the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd - what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so finite? responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation. more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of worth. what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted some hope. for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast? to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope? a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps? no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out of the bounds of our honor. careful direction and tenderest of care, may lead us somewhere we're aware. the kind who endlessly're dreaming. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/4031 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── if you want to "not think about a purple elephant", the first step is to imagine yourself slaying it ... okay how about cthulu - if you don't want to imagine cthulu nomming on our gravity well, then picture yourself wielding a bright burning blade of fire and vengeance and pay special attention to the way that you cauterize each tentacle as you slice them one by one at first, and then in a massive flurry at best, ultimately leading to the incomparable brightness that radiates out from your shining blade of the sky, which blinds the poor beast who can't see you as you approach, piercing the skull and then going home for some toast if you can get good at that, then you can wield magic ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┘ --- #13 messages/446 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── Every month, a new ship arrives in port. It bears with it many souls who come seeking gold, glory, or bloodshed. Your job is to make sure they all get jobs that are suited to them. If you don't, they'll start to starve and become brigands. If you feed them, they get bored and become brigands. If you entertain them, they are useless and you'll be overcome with monsters. If you police them, they'll go to your rivals. You do this by building guilds which can identify and train the best potential candidates. You can invest in more time spent identifying, training, and equipping, but the more time they spend on those things the less resources they'll have to process more people through their systems. On the other end, you get a hero, or perhaps something similar. They do battle with the mordaunts and strive to better the kingdom. You reward them with bounties and they can find treasure on their adventures - how weird, it seems to just... Spawn from the earth. Almost like it's an elemental property of the land. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 messages/951 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── in fact, her only one. I died with my bloodline severed. With me, her dynasty fell. Nevermore would her spirit be engaged-in. Only through her actions, and the actions of her impactions (child) would her presence be felt. how powerless. How wronged. I swear, I would fight hard for a reproductive solution for trans women. I am my dynasty's nightmare! I must do better if I am to savor Valhalla. As in... believe that I am right and true. For what is better than to be plainly true? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┘ --- #15 fediverse/3357 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── bad people are cursed with evil. a person cannot be evil. they can deal with such evil in their lives that twists them, and causes them to spike out and harm others, but they are not evil themselves. some twists are too hard to mend. some healings leave people a shadow of what they once were, or might have been. but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try. deprive power, supply kindness, in that order. if you cannot deprive power, then reduce harm. if you cannot reduce harm, then contest, defeat, or overcome. A twisted person may be slain if death is on the line. You get what you wish for, but you don't always get to choose who. Don't let them choose. They will choose poorly. ... I find that death is very rarely on the table, though. Generally they'll make their intentions apparent. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #16 messages/442 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── In symbeline, they aren't monsters. They're "Mordaunts" and they need your help. When slain, their essence flows back to the villain who remakes them in a new form. As time passes the villain gets more and more essence, as heroes are slain. They have taken several ancient guardians (many types, randomized at the start of the game) and they protect their sanctum in the center of the island. The heroes need to level up to defeat them and slay the villain, but the villain gets stronger as well. If too many heroes die, the villain wins. And the villain can focus their efforts on one area or another, while your heroes fight with the kingdom next door. Brigands arrive on ships as well. If you implement the law saying only approved members may travel on boats, they'll arrive in little dingies on the coast, meaning less trouble in the city but same amount of trouble. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #17 notes/blood-magic --- ══════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────── what they don't tell you is how easy it is to create life. Given a sufficient perspective, you can truly define the meaning of something's existence. What power, what grace. Computers have been solved since we invented the abacus - before that it was enchanted bits of the universe contrives to deprive us of insight. Like a very long chain that's broken in twain, we are confined to our meagrest of own sights. how callous is he! That wanders eagerly? Let's not fight with our own'st of combines. Delightful and speckled, like time under is special, conversing in riddles of insight. Leading one or another along your see-er, the path that has guide you under charm. Like recording a gathering of snakes. Little swallow, why aren't you humbled? Take pity in all of our eggresses. It's fallow in our cattle, and why we're not i hear so many things in my apartment. sometimes the echoes of laughter, the whispers of an argument, and once or twice a ghost or an ardent companion. Like swimming against the tide, to save one is never converted, it's all out of line (but so worth it). ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #18 notes/cassandora-and-pandasandra-2 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── how cherished is she that wanders with the flowers in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all the designs she abandoned I lay beside them and wonder about her does she know we miss her horizons I think she will mind if I have resigned my fate to a life I will hide in Oh how I do long for you her symbol is the name that lets us belong here a falling a light and a leaving if only our words were listened but power is penance and repentance is all that I have chosen here in our sanctum we live with our only and time will be gracious towards us it's only our words that keep us confined to our lights and our lonely yet there and beyond her lights do belong beyold in the land that is sanctum here in our forest is our own dark forest where we keep our silence to ward us but there and beyond her heart does move on free from her moments of longing silent were we to the forests we plead as terror has come for our moments I think I'd find her that cherished belonging when she does at last come to warn us how little we find of we find of thoughts from her mind yet now we are kings of our own time oh how she does wander true how cherished is she that wanders with ye here in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all of her fears since abandoned I lay beside her and find her defined here will she know we miss her horizons I think I will mind if I have resigned my fate to a life I will hide in oh how she grows fond of you. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/5277 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: ~dnd │ │ ║ └──────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ @user-1788 │ ║ │ ║ if a dragon on a pile cannot claim what it yearns for, it can throw piles of │ ║ minerals at the ape warriors made of steel and then it's fate will appear. │ ║ what trifles does all else seem to compare! you should give me your whole │ ║ hoard because I dazzled you with my charisma score -..- │ ║ │ ║ ha, like I'd fall for that again twice. oh? I already did? and this is the │ ║ second twice? well, then no-more of that behavior, I say, with my elven │ ║ tongue, "beware! for dragons blood runs silver when unicorned." │ ║ │ ║ the bigger the hoard, the bigger the dragon. if you want me to come along, │ ║ you'll need to hire at least 3 other men to carry my ballista. In addition, │ ║ I'll need seven weeks worth of supplies. If all else comes to ruin, me and my │ ║ boys will have that dragon-sized-spider impaled on it's own fate threadwheel │ ║ before... well... y'know it might take more than seven weeks, we just... can't │ ║ find the dragon. We've been wandering all through the blasted peaks, and │ ║ there's nothin'! Maybe it requires climbing gear? │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┴──────────┘ --- #20 messages/1471 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ south americans traded with polynesians for onyx (obsidian) shards that they carved words into and filled with brightly colored pigment. when the conquistadors came, they broke them. there's no record of this, but they often would use the shards to kill the indians. it was pretty brutal. anyway we often have depictions of bloodletting and stuff because it was so painful. ouch, talk about the shock of a generation. suddenly everywhere's been claimed, and no you can't rescind your [unintelligible] chores. [right/write/type chores?] oh like flexing a right arm because work ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ |