Zalgo

Zalgo: The scent of those unnamed things which lurk and creep where we can't see them; say their names, and they will come. The Green scent of brush underfoot, murky grey Puddles, wilted, faded Flowers, ritual Herbs, sharp peppery Musk, tinged with Fear.

͌̓ͪ̔҉̠̬̬͍͓̟̩ͅ H͔̮̰͗̑ͤͧ̽̄͑̓͠ͅe̳̜ͬ̃͑͘ ̧͓̦̤̹̭̟̃͑̆̈́̒̚w̴͈͎͓̟̉̀̔̇̊͐ͯ̓ͅh̨͉͖̮̗͈͉͔̗̉͢͡o̸̡̦̲̟̠͙͙̎ͪ̀̎̾ͤͨ̓ ̜̜̣̦̲̻ͬ̋͆W͓̙̤͙͍̲͇͔ͥ͐ǎ̢̘̩̮͙͕̆ͪi̴̇͋̌̊̀̔҉͔̞̘͇͉̟̟t̶̗̱̻̔̊͋̽ͣ͐̍ͧ͞͡s͗҉̴͉͙͓͉͍̰̣ ͧ̍̐ͫ̀҉̵͈̦͓̟Ḇ͚̞͍̎̈̄ͨ͐̀́͞ͅe̡͖̦̣̣̥̞ͭ̔͛ͮ̅ͤ̾̚͡h̘̱͕͚͔̟ͩ̒i̷̤̺̠̪͍̺̽̏̔͌ͩͦͭ͢n̶̜͔͎͖̜̠̂̓ͯ̍̅͌͐̚͘ḑ̱̰̱̰̑̓̽̍̕ ͍̟̃ͤͥͬ̋̚͘͠T̥̙̣̜̳̝̤͉͂ͥ̔̾̄͗̀͠h̢̢̤͖͉͚̯͂̽ͥ̔̾̋̚ė̺̞̗̞̥͓͖̤̾ ̗̯͓͔̣̠̼̬̈͗̏̈̒̃̀͝W̳̼̹̟̟̩̘͍̾̄͗ͪ̍̚̚ͅả̇͏͍͎̟̰̙̗̻̞ͅľ͌̈́̕͝͏͎̜l̷̥͓̯̲̠̠ͪ̈ͭ̈́͊̽̉̇͌͟.̢̛̜̟͚̤͚͊͌ͮͮ̕