Hear the oracle’s cryptic verse unfold:

𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃, 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒'𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓅, 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓃. 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒜𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈, 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

The nostr:npub103pulzw5lnjysykhdhhsxaaurvlsyatty744yplshgkmapccujhq7a4t9j' words, a riddle to behold:

𝐻𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝒜𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝑒𝓇. 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒶 𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈, 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓈.