Hunter’s Journey

Chapter 144

Hunter’s Journey

Somewhere that’s not here. It seems there is another world. A machine that offers a glimpse into that other world has been given to me by a deceased friend. When I turned it on and caught a glimpse of the other world, I saw the figure of a grown-up boy. His name seems to be Daryl. I decided to just take a look at the boy. I wonder what kind of story he will show us. I would like to write this as a rewrite of my masterpiece, The Traveler. When I say I think, I mean I plan, but the plans are not yet decided. So, I wonder what kind of story it will be.

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ᯏᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮒᮙᮕᮣ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮓᮢᮙᮒᮣᮼ ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮝᮕᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯏᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮙᮢᮕᮔᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ᮰
᮰ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮙᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤᯍ᮰

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮑᮩᮣᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮥᮣᮤᮺ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧᮒᮟᮢᮞᯍ᮰ ᮇᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮝᮑᮛᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮓᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮼ ᯖᮥᮘᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮟᮣᮕᮼᮼᮼᯍ

᮰ᯐᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᯍ᮰
᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ ᯑᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮟᮟᮞᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮔᮥᮝᮒᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮟᮤᮼ᮰
ᮼᮼᮼ

ᯗᮔᮙᮟᮤᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮝᮕᮑᮜ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮤᮝᮟᮣᮠᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮑᮤᮝᮟᮣᮠᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮒᮙᮕᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯒᮑ ᯘᮥᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯒᮑ ᯓᮥᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮕᮑᮤᮕᮞᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮒᮣ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮥᮤᮕᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮙᮒᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮧᮘᮕᮕᮜᮣᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮕᮑᮣᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮼ ᯛᮟᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮒᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮄᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮔᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮝᮟᮝᮼ᮰
᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮑᮤ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮢᮛᮺ ᯗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮝᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮧ ᮥᮠ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮑᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮀᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩᮺ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮓᮥᮤᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰
᮰ᮇᮻᮧᮘᮩ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ᮰

ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮑᮔᮻᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯜᮟᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮑᮝ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮧᮙᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮤᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮕᮑᮜᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮝᮒᮑᮢᮢᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ

᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯓᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᯒᮑ ᯓᮥᮞᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮣ ᮥᮠᮼᮼᮼ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰
᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᯒᮑ ᯘᮥᮞᯍ᮰
᮰ᯒᮑ ᯘᮥᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮥᮘᮺ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮼ ᮇᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮕ ᮙᮖ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰
᮰ᮀᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮤᮼ᮰
᮰ᯜᮻᮞᮟᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤᯍ᮰

ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᯒᮑ ᯘᮥᮞ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮛᮑᮩ ᮙᮖ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕ ᮔᮕᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜᯍ ᯜᮟᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮝ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮼᮼᮼᯍ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ
ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯒᮑ ᯓᮥᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮙᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ ᮃᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ᮰
᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤᮼ᮰
ᮼᮼᮼ

ᯛᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮞᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮘᮟᮤᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮑᮗᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮟᮤᮟ ᮘᮥᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮠᮘᮟᮤᮟᮼ ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮞᮞᮟᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮂᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮔᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮼ ᯏᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮔᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮔᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼᮯ

᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮔᮑᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮤ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ᮰
᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮣᮟᯍ᮰
᮰ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᯍ᮰

ᮇᮘᮑᮤᯍ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᯍ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮇᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᯍ᮰
᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

ᯜᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯗ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮄᮘᮻᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮞᮟᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮔᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯛᮩ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮚᮟᮛᮕᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮼ᮰
᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᮟᮘᯍ ᮂᮻᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼᮼᮼᯍ ᯖᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼᮇᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮻᮧᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔᯍ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᯍ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮺ ᯗ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮔᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮕᮞᮦᮙᮢᮟᮞᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮑᮔᮑᮠᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮥᮤᮕᮢᮥᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮕᮝᮠᮤᮩᯍ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮟ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮗᮞᮑᮞᮓᮩ ᮑᮔᮔᮙᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼᯍ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮕᮣ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯛᮕᮺ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮺ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮤᮼᮼᮼᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᯏ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮠᮜᮕ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮒᮙᮕᮣ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ ᮂᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝᮼ ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮼᮼᮼ

ᯛᮟᮢᮕᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮞᮕᮧᮣ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮩᮕᮣᮤᮕᮢᮔᮑᮩᮼ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘ ᮣᮟ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᯍ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮠᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮔᮚᮥᮣᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮜᮕᮔᮗᮕᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮟᮟᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮃᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮕᮗᮞᮑᮞᮓᮩᮼ

ᯏᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮓᮓᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮖᮙᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮒᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮑ᮪ᮩᮼ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤᮼ

ᮼᮼᮼ

ᯒᮑ ᯘᮥᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯒᮑ ᯓᮥᮞ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮩᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮑᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼ

ᯗ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᯗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮢᮟᮒᮕᮺ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣᮺ ᮣᮓᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ

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᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰
᮰ᯚᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

ᯏᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮢᮟᮒᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤᮼ ᯖᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᯍ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟᮟᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᮃᮟ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮙᮝᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮝᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮑᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮼ ᯏ ᮔᮙᮓᮛ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮝᮕᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮼᮼᮼ♡᮰

ᯛᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮔᮙ᮪᮪ᮩᮼ ᯛᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮔᮙ᮪᮪ᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮒᮥᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞᮘᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮃᮧᮟᮟᮣᮘᮼᮼᮼ♡ ᯖᮑᮑᮑᮘ♡ ᯖᮑ♡ ᮅᮗᮘ♡᮰
᮰ᮃᮕᮻᮃᮕᮒᮙᮞᮻᮑᮘᯍ᮰

ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮙᮗᮞᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮝᮼ

᮰ᯖᮟᮟᮺ ᮘᮑᮑᮑᮘᮺ ᮘᮞᮗᮺ ᮥᮗᮘᮼᮼᮼ♡᮰

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮡᮥᮙᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮔᮔᮙᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯛᮩ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮑ᮪ᮩᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᯗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮼ

᮰ᯘᮻᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮜᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᮼᮼᮼ♡᮰
᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᮒᮻᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼ᮰
᮰ᯒᮟᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮞᮟᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᮼᮼᮼ♡᮰

ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮟᮞᮟᮢᮙᮖᮙᮓᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮗᮕᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮥᮒ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮔᮙᮓᮛ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮢᮝᮜᮩ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯚᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼ᮰
᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼ♡᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰
᮰ᮄᮑᮻᮔᮑᮼ᮰

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮼ ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰

ᯐᮥᮤᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮼ ᯝᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮗᮟᮔᮼ

᮰ᯛᮻᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ᮰
᮰ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮠᮟᮥᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼ᮰
᮰ᯜᮻᮞᮟᮟᮟᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮤᮕᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮞᮑᮘᮟᮜᮕᮼ ᮅᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮥᮝᮼᮼᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮞᮑᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮥᮓᮛᮔᮟᮜᮜ ᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼᮼᮼᯍ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯖᮙᮓᮓᮥᮠ♡᮰

ᯏᮣ ᯗ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮑ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮣᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮃᮟ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮧᮙᮤᮓᮘᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮢᮟᮠᮕᮣᮼ ᯏ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯏᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮣᮤᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮣᮤᮖᮕᮕᮔᮼ᮰

ᮃᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮜᮑᮙᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮼ

᮰ᮀᮥᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᯍ᮰
᮰ᯏᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮻᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮇᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮑᮢᮑᮜᮩᮣᮙᮣᯍ

ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮔᮟᮕᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮜᮙᮒᮙᮔᮟ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮑᮜᮼᮼᮼᯍ ᮃᮟᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼ♡᮰

Hunter’s Journey

Somewhere that’s not here. It seems there is another world. A machine that offers a glimpse into that other world has been given to me by a deceased friend. When I turned it on and caught a glimpse of the other world, I saw the figure of a grown-up boy. His name seems to be Daryl. I decided to just take a look at the boy. I wonder what kind of story he will show us. I would like to write this as a rewrite of my masterpiece, The Traveler. When I say I think, I mean I plan, but the plans are not yet decided. So, I wonder what kind of story it will be.

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