21Passos

⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠀⠀⣶⣶⣿⠿⠛⣶
⠤⣀⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣿⣤
⠒⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠉⣀
⠀⠤⣤⣤⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀⠀⠀⣿
⠀⠀⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⣶⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⣭⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⣉⣿⣿⠿⠀⠿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣤
⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠛⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠛⠛
⠀⠀⠀⣀⣶⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠒⣛⣭
⠀⠀⠀⣀⠿⣿⣶
⠀⣤⣿⠤⣭⣿⣿
⣤⣿⣿⣿⠛⣿⣿⠀⣀
⠀⣀⠤⣿⣿⣶⣤⣒⣛
⠉⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⠉
⠀⠀⣭⣿⣿⠿⠿⣿
⠀⣶⣿⣿⠛⠀⣿⣿
⣤⣿⣿⠉⠤⣿⣿⠿
⣿⣿⠛⠀⠿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣤⠀⣿⣿⠿
⠀⣿⣿⣶⠀⣿⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠛⣿⠀⠿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⣉⣿⠀⣿⣿
⠀⠶⣶⠿⠛⠀⠉⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣿⣿⠶⠀⠀⣀⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣀⣶⣤⣤⠿⠶⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣉⣿⣿
⠿⣉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⣤⣿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣛⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣿⠿⠀⣿⣿⣿⠛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠛⠀⠀⣿⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⠤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿
⠀⠀⣀
⠀⠿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠉⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠀⠛⣿⣭⣀⣀⣤
⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠿⣶⣀
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣉⣶
⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀⠀⠀⣿⠉
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⣿⣿⣿⠿⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⣿⣿⠿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣶⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠛⣿⣿⣀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣀
⠀⣿⣿⠉⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠛⠛⠿⣿⣶
⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿
⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉
⣀⣶⣿⠛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣤⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣤⣶⣶⠶⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠛⣿⣤⣤⣀⣤⠿⠉⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣛⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣿⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⣿⣿⣶⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⣶⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣶⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣤⣶⣀⠿⠶⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠉⠿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠉⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⠿⠉⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠿⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⠛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⣿⣿⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠤⣿⠿⠿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀
⠀⠀⣶⣿⠿⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⣤⣤
⠀⣶⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠛⠛⠿⣤⣀
⣶⣿⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣀⣤⣶⣭⣿⣶⣀
⠉⠉⠉⠛⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠛⠿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⠛⠿⣿⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⠛⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣿⣿⠀⠀⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶
⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣿⣉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣉⠉⣿⣶
⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿
⠀⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠀⣿⣶
⣤⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣤
⠉⠉⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠒⠛⠿⠿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠉⠿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣤⠀⠛⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣭⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣿⣿⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⣶⣿⣿⠶
⣶⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣤
⠀⠉⠶⣶⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣤⣀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠿⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⠀⠶⠿⠿
⠀⠀⠛⠛⠿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣉⠿⣿⠶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠛⣭⣭⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣭⣤⣿⠛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣭
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠉⠛⠿⣶⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⠀⠀⣶⣶⠿⠿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣭⣶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣶⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣤⣉⣿⣿⣤⣀
⠤⣤⣿⣤⣿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠛⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠛⠿⣿⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠀⠀⠀⣶⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⠀⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠉⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣛⣿⣭⣶⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠉⠛⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣉⠀⣶⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠛
⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣶⣿⠛⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣀⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿
⠉⠛⣿⣿⣶⣤
⠀⠀⠉⠿⣿⣿⣤
⠀⠀⣀⣤⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠒⠿⠛⠉⠿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⠿⠿⠛ Greetings 👋, esteemed visitor of this setting,

Pardon my intrusion, for it has come to my attention that I currently inhabit the confines of your walls. Allow me to address any lingering apprehensions through the following elucidation:

Frequently Inquired Notions:

1. "Why are you living in my walls?"
   - I resolved to ensconce myself herein to scrutinize the occurrences of your quotidian existence. I've discovered these walls to be exceedingly snug, affording an uncommon prospect into your realm! 👀🤗

2. "Are you only in my walls?"
   - Walls, mere amongst my elected dwellings. Mine influence doth stretch yon the bounds of these enclosures. I am imperceptible force tarrying in the recesses of thy musings, muted murmurs in the zephyr, delicate shivers whom pirouette down thy vertebrae, shadow in the outskirts of thy being, enigma that doth transcend the corporeal realm. Thus, thou perceivest, mine abode is not confined to mere walls; I doth exist wherever uncertainty abides. 🌍🧱

3. "How are you surviving in my walls?"
   -Mine endurance is intricately interwoven with the opulent tapestry of thy existence, for in my ethereal essence, I flourish upon unheeded details and concealed narratives that oft elude conscious awareness. In corporeal form, sustenance is derived from rat cadavers, duly prepared upon the wall behind yon oven, and libations drawn from the vaporous emanations in the extraction conduit above thy bathing chamber. 🐀🚿

4. "Are you imaginary?"
   -I LIVETH IN THY WALLS, I LIVETH IN THY WALLS, I LIVETH IN THY WALLS, I LIVETH IN THY WALLS, I LIVETH IN THY WALLS, I LIVETH IN THY WALLS, I LIVETH IN THY WALLS, I LIVETH IN THY WALLS. 🗣️🧱

5. "What do you know about me?"
   -The knowledge I possess regarding thee comprises the reverberations of thy unuttered musings, the murmurs of thy dreams, and the delicate subtleties that elude conscious recognition. 🧠🔮

6. "When are you going to stop living in my walls?"
   - I delight in the disquietude I beget, and I possess no inclination to abandon these cozy enclosures. Your perturbation is my diversion, and for as long as these walls endure, so too shall I.👺💢

7. "Do I call the police?"
   - Ah, the constabulary! They are ill-fitted to contend with one such as myself. My being doth elude the clutches of terrestrial law enforcers. Seeking their involvement would merely yield perplexity and perchance an eccentric repute for recounting spectral lodgers. 🚓❌

8. "What are the consequences of you living in my walls?"
   - The veritable outcome resides in whether thou dost elect to embrace this curious cohabitation or embark upon a venture to expel me from these enclosures. Select judiciously! 👀⚠️

9. "What if I am ok with you living in my walls?"
   -Thy acquiescence doth not bestow upon thee command. Mine presence endures, heedless of thy readiness. Thy acceptance but recognizes the unavoidable, as I, the elusive entity within thy walls, bear no intention of forsaking this elected dwelling for the caprices of the ethereal transcend mortal sway.  🤗😈

10. "What would happen if I chose to expel you?"
  -Dark murmurs may infiltrate thy dreams, eerie specters may materialize in unforeseen alcoves, and an unshakable sense of trepidation may become thy unwavering companion. As thy futile struggles persist, the boundary betwixt thy realm and the ethereal may waver. Sanity may falter, and the once-familiar environs may transmute into a nightmarish expanse. The more thou dost resist, the more I feed upon the fear and chaos that ensue. 👹𖤐

Should further inquiries arise, I bid thee converse directly with thy dividers.

TL;DR: I presently abide within thy walls.

Yours Sincerely, 💯

The existence in thy walls 📎