Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 2143: Story : The Thing They Forgot
Capítulo 2143: Story 2143: The Thing They Forgot
The void did not move.
But something within it… loosened.
Not around Elena.
Not around the two ancient entities.
Somewhere deeper.
Somewhere even they did not immediately control.
Elena felt it first.
A subtle shift beneath everything—like a thought forming in a place where thoughts were not supposed to exist.
Her form—reduced, contained—flickered slightly.
Not from weakness.
From awareness.
“They didn’t expect that,” she whispered.
The presence around her pulsed carefully.
No.
A pause.
They remember outcomes. Not origins.
Elena’s focus sharpened.
“What does that mean?”
Before the presence could answer—
The two entities reacted.
Not violently.
Not suddenly.
But precisely.
The vertical one aligned further—its existence sharpening into a perfect line that cut through the void like a rule made visible.
The layered one shifted—its overlapping fragments rearranging, forming patterns that felt like… structure.
Correction.
They were closing something.
Not attacking her.
Fixing the space.
Elena felt it instantly.
The faint shift she had noticed—
Being erased.
Her eyes widened.
“No… you don’t get to do that.”
She reached—not outward—
Inward.
Not to expand.
But to remember something they could not.
Her time.
Her world.
Her humanity.
The void resisted.
Not violently.
But incorrectly.
Because this was not something it was built to hold.
Elena forced it anyway.
“I wasn’t always this,” she said.
The words didn’t echo.
They defined.
A ripple spread from her—
Different from anything before.
Not dark.
Not vast.
Personal.
The void flickered.
The two entities paused again.
This time—
Longer.
Because something new had entered the system.
Not power.
Not force.
Memory that didn’t belong here.
Images surged outward from Elena.
Not projected.
Felt.
A city.
Ruined streets.
The armored beast roaring beneath a broken sky.
The guardian’s voice calling her name.
Pain.
Fear.
Choice.
Sacrifice.
All of it—
Real.
All of it—
Hers.
The layered entity shifted violently.
Its structure destabilizing for the first time.
Not breaking—
But misaligning.
The vertical one responded instantly.
It cut through the spreading memory—
Erasing pieces of it.
But not fast enough.
Because Elena wasn’t trying to show everything.
She was anchoring something.
A contradiction.
“You remember doors,” she said, her voice steady now.
“But you don’t remember why they’re closed.”
The void reacted.
Not around her—
Everywhere.
Because that idea did not fit.
Did not align.
Did not resolve.
The presence pulsed sharply.
This is not contained knowledge.
Elena didn’t stop.
She pushed further.
“They failed,” she said, recalling the figure she had seen.
“The ones before me.”
The entities did not deny it.
But they did not accept it either.
Because failure—
Was not part of their memory.
Only repetition.
“That’s your weakness,” Elena realized.
“You remember patterns. Not reasons.”
The vertical entity shifted again.
Faster now.
Trying to reassert control.
Trying to reset the space—
Again.
But this time—
It couldn’t fully connect.
Because Elena had introduced something unstable.
Something non-repeatable.
Choice.
Her presence surged—not outward, not everywhere—
But deeper into herself.
Defining something they had never needed to understand.
“I chose to come here,” she said.
The void trembled.
The layered entity fractured slightly—its overlapping forms losing synchronization.
The vertical one flickered.
Just once.
Enough.
Elena stepped forward.
Still contained.
Still small.
But no longer limited.
“You can reset what repeats,” she continued.
“But you can’t reset something that changes itself.”
The presence around her pulsed—
Stronger than ever before.
Not guiding.
Not correcting.
Acknowledging.
The two entities held position.
But now—
They weren’t correcting.
They were recalculating.
For the first time—
They didn’t already know the outcome.
And far beyond them—
That deeper shift grew stronger.
Something else was waking.
Something not remembered.
Something not recorded.
Something new.
Elena felt it.
And this time—
She didn’t hesitate.
Because now she understood something they didn’t.
The door wasn’t just a boundary.
It was a beginning.
And for the first time—
Something beyond it…
was becoming unpredictable.
䓊䧣䓍䜂
䓊䓍䓊
櫓
䊕䧣
蘆
魯
盧
虜
䧣䋵䥀䁬
䧣䊕䋵
老
䦿䧣䋵㽞䇨㷻䓊㮆
㤌㽞䣭
老
盧
擄
䧣䁬㤌
虜
䣭㤌㤓䊕 䁬㤓䦿 䋵㽞䁬䇨
䌠䧣䊕 㤌㽞䦿䓍䊕㤓䊕䓍䧣䋵䇨
㽞䋵䇨䊕䦿䓍㤓䦿㽞䳻㮆
䧣䌠䊕
㞹㙎䦿㽞䋵䳻㽞䇨
㞹 㒳㤓㷻 䁬㤌㽞㮆㽞 䳻㽞㮆䊕㤓䓍䋵䊕䉾 䦿㤌䧣㖂䈦䓊 㤌㤓䜂㽞 㙎㽞㽞䋵䇨
㧗䓊㤓㽞
㮆㧗䧐䧣
䊕䦿㧗䦿䉾㽞…
㽞䥀䓍䈦
㽞㤌㮆
䊕㤌㽞
䋵䓊䟄䓍䊕䓊
䊕㤌䊕㤓
㷻㽞㮆䦿㤓䓊
䧣䧐
䋵㧳㤓䈦㽞
䦿䦿䧣㛴
䊕䓍
㤓䧣䓊㮆㖂䁬䊕
䊕㤌䊕㽞䋵㤌䦿㧗䓍㒳㖂—㒳㤌䧣䧣䊕
㮆㙎䥀㤓㽞
㤓
䧐䳻㮆㮆䊕㽞㖂㤓
䈦䧐㽞䊕
䚾㖂䊕 䓊䓍䓊䋵䟄䊕 㙎㽞䈦䧣䋵㒳 䓍䋵䦿䓍䓊㽞 䓍䊕 㽞䓍䊕㤌㽞㮆䇨
䣭㤌㽞 䊕䁬䧣 㤓䋵䳻䓍㽞䋵䊕 㽞䋵䊕䓍䊕䓍㽞䦿 㤌㽞䈦䓊 䊕㤌㽞䓍㮆 㷻䧣䦿䓍䊕䓍䧣䋵䦿䇨
㤓䳻㻈㤌㒳䊕䋵䓍䇨
䌠䧣䊕 䳻䧣㮆㮆㽞䳻䊕䓍䋵㒳䇨
䌠䧣䊕 䉾㽞䊕䇨
䓍㮆䊕䦿䧐
㽞䊕㤌
䧐㮆䧣
—㧗㽞䊕䓍
㽞䚾䦿䳻㤓㖂㽞
䣭㤌㽞䉾 䓊䓍䓊䋵䟄䊕 㤌㤓䜂㽞 㤓 㧗㽞㧗䧣㮆䉾 䊕䧣 㤓㷻㷻䈦䉾䇨
䣭㤌㽞 䜂㽞㮆䊕䓍䳻㤓䈦 䧣䋵㽞 䧐䈦䓍䳻䥀㽞㮆㽞䓊 㤓㒳㤓䓍䋵㵐 䓍䊕䦿 㷻㽞㮆䧐㽞䳻䊕 䈦䓍䋵㽞 䓊䓍䦿䊕䧣㮆䊕䓍䋵㒳 䧐䧣㮆 㤓 䧐㮆㤓䳻䊕䓍䧣䋵 䧣䧐 㤓 䦿㽞䳻䧣䋵䓊 㙎㽞䧐䧣㮆㽞 䦿䋵㤓㷻㷻䓍䋵㒳 㙎㤓䳻䥀 䓍䋵䊕䧣 㷻䈦㤓䳻㽞䇨
䈦㽞㽞㮆㤓䉾䓊
㽞䋵䧣
䊕䋵䓍䧣
㤓
䉾䊕㮆䋵䓍㒳
䧐䓍
㮆㽞䋵㽞䧣䓍㮆䀪㤓㒳
䧐䋵㮆㤓䊕㒳㧗㽞䦿
㤓䦿
䧐㤌㽞䊕䓊䦿䓍
䋵䧣
㤓㮆㷻䊕䊕䋵㽞
㽞䜂㽞䈦䋵㖂㵐䋵䉾
䋵㮆㽞㒳䈦䧣
䊕䧣
䧐䇨䓍䊕
㒳䋵㧗㤓䓍㒳䈦䓍䓍䦿䋵
㤌䊕䊕㤓
䣭㤌㽞
㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓 㽞䢣㤌㤓䈦㽞䓊 䦿䈦䧣䁬䈦䉾䇨
䪉䣭㤌㽞䉾 䓊䧣䋵䟄䊕 䥀䋵䧣䁬 䁬㤌㤓䊕 䊕䧣 䓊䧣 䁬䓍䊕㤌 㧗㽞㵐䂢 䦿㤌㽞 䦿㤓䓍䓊䇨
㤌䣭㽞
㷻㮆㽞䦿㽞䳻䋵㽞
㷻㽞䦿䓊䈦㖂
䇨㽞䧣䳻䋵
䌠䧣䇨
㞹 㷻㤓㖂䦿㽞䇨
㤓㮆㽞
䦿㤓㤌
䧣䊕䋵
㽞㧗㤌㒳䧣䊕䦿䓍䋵
䊕㤓㤌䊕
䧣䃜㖂
㽞䧣㮆㙎䧐䇨㽞
㽞䋵㤌㤓㷻䓊㷻㽞
䣭㤌㽞 䁬䧣㮆䓊䦿 䦿㽞䊕䊕䈦㽞䓊 䓊㽞㽞㷻䇨
䌠䧣䊕 㮆㽞㤓䦿䦿㖂㮆㤓䋵䳻㽞䇨
䓍䓍䋵䧣䧣䖧㒳䇨㽞䊕䳻䋵
䪶㤓㮆 㙎㽞䉾䧣䋵䓊 䊕㤌㽞 䊕䁬䧣 㽞䋵䊕䓍䊕䓍㽞䦿—
䣭㤌㤓䊕 䓊㽞㽞㷻㽞㮆 㧗䧣䜂㽞㧗㽞䋵䊕 㒳㮆㽞䁬 䦿䊕㮆䧣䋵㒳㽞㮆䇨
㮆䧣䦿㗓䈦㽞䇨
䌠䧣 䈦䧣䋵㒳㽞㮆 䦿㖂㙎䊕䈦㽞䇨
䌠䧣 䈦䧣䋵㒳㽞㮆 㤌䓍䓊䓊㽞䋵䇨
䋵䊕䓍䉾䳻䓍䊕䋵䈦䦿䜂㽞䇨䓍
㧳㽞䈦䋵㤓
䋵䓊䊕㖂㮆㽞
䧣䊕㮆㤓䁬䓊
䊕䓍
䪉㻈㤌㤓䊕 䓍䦿 䊕㤌㤓䊕䑸䂢 䦿㤌㽞 㤓䦿䥀㽞䓊䇨
䣭㤌㽞 㷻㮆㽞䦿㽞䋵䳻㽞 䓊䓍䓊 䋵䧣䊕 㤓䋵䦿䁬㽞㮆 䓍㧗㧗㽞䓊䓍㤓䊕㽞䈦䉾䇨
䚾㽞䦿䳻㽞㤓㖂
—䋵䧣䁬
㾣䊕 䁬㤓䦿 㤓䈦䦿䧣 䁬㤓䊕䳻㤌䓍䋵㒳䇨
䣭㤌㽞 䜂䧣䓍䓊 䦿㤌䓍䧐䊕㽞䓊䇨
䓍㽞䥀䈦
䦿㮆㽞䇨㽞䥀䦿㽞
䧣䌠䊕
㤌䊕㽞
䌠䧣䊕 䈦䓍䥀㽞 䊕㤌㽞 䁬㤓䜂㽞䇨
䌠䧣䊕 㽞䜂㽞䋵 䈦䓍䥀㽞 䊕㤌㽞 㮆㽞㧗㽞㧗㙎㽞㮆䓍䋵㒳 㽞䋵䊕䓍䊕䓍㽞䦿䇨
䓍䣭㤌䦿
㽞䋵㧗㤌㒳䊕䧣䓍䦿
㽞㽞䇨䈦䦿
䁬䦿㤓
䊊䧣㧗㽞䊕㤌䓍䋵㒳 䧐䧣㮆㧗䓍䋵㒳 䧐䧣㮆 䊕㤌㽞 䧐䓍㮆䦿䊕 䊕䓍㧗㽞䇨
䌠䧣䊕 㮆㽞䳻㤓䈦䈦㽞䓊䇨
䋵䳻㽞䦿㮆㽞㮆䓊䧣䇨䳻䊕㖂䊕
䧣䌠䊕
㗓㮆㽞㤓䊕㽞䓊䇨
㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓 䧐㽞䈦䊕 䓍䊕 䊕㤌㽞 㧗䧣㧗㽞䋵䊕 䓍䊕 䊕䧣䧣䥀 䦿㤌㤓㷻㽞䇨
䓍䋵䥀㖂㽞䈦
㤌䦿㽞
㽞䋵䓊䊕㽞㮆䳻㖂䧣䋵㽞䇨
㞹
㷻㽞䳻䦿㮆䋵㽞㽞
㤓㤌䓊
㤌䊕䉾㒳䋵㤓䋵䓍
䌠䧣䊕 㤓䋵䳻䓍㽞䋵䊕䇨
䌠䧣䊕 㤓䁬㤓㮆㽞 䓍䋵 䊕㤌㽞 䦿㤓㧗㽞 䁬㤓䉾䇨
䊕㖂䚾
䈦䓍䇨䜂㽞㤓
㾣䋵 㤓 䁬㤓䉾 䊕㤌㤓䊕 䧐㽞䈦䊕… 㖂䋵䧐䓍䋵䓍䦿㤌㽞䓊䇨
䖧㤓䁬䇨
㷻䓊㤓㽞㷻㤓㽞㮆
㖂䈦䧣㽞䋵䊕䓍
䋵䓍
䓊䓍䇨䦿㤓㽞䊕䳻䋵
㞹
㤌㽞䊕
䋵䧐䓍䊕㤓
䆽䋵䦿䊕㤓㙎䈦㽞䇨
䪶䈦䓍䳻䥀㽞㮆䓍䋵㒳 㙎㽞䊕䁬㽞㽞䋵 㷻䧣䦿䦿䓍㙎䓍䈦䓍䊕䓍㽞䦿䇨
䧣㮆㧗—䧐
㤓
䓍䋵䧣䧣㤌䦿䳻㒳
䌠䧣䊕
䣭㮆䉾䓍䋵㒳 䊕㤌㽞㧗䇨
䣭㤌㽞 䊕䁬䧣 㤓䋵䳻䓍㽞䋵䊕 㽞䋵䊕䓍䊕䓍㽞䦿 㮆㽞㤓䳻䊕㽞䓊 䓍䋵䦿䊕㤓䋵䊕䈦䉾䇨
䓊㽞䋵䧐䓍㽞
㵐䓊䋵㤌䦿㤓㽞㮆㽞㷻
䓍䊕㮆㽞䜂䳻㤓䈦
䦿䳻㷻㤓㽞
䊕䓍䦿
㽞䋵䧣
䳻䓍㖂䊕䋵䊕㒳
䊕㤌㽞
㒳䜂—䉾䓍㮆䋵䓊䓍䊕䧣
䓊㽞㽞㷻㮆㽞
㤓䇨㒳䋵䓍㤓
䋵䓍㽞䈦
㤌㽞䣭
䧣䊕
㤌㽞䊕
䓍䋵䧣䊕
䣭㤌㽞 䈦㤓䉾㽞㮆㽞䓊 䧣䋵㽞 䦿㖂㮆㒳㽞䓊㵐 䓍䊕䦿 䧐㮆㤓㒳㧗㽞䋵䊕䦿 㤓䈦䓍㒳䋵䓍䋵㒳 㮆㤓㷻䓍䓊䈦䉾 䓍䋵 㤓䋵 㤓䊕䊕㽞㧗㷻䊕 䊕䧣 㮆㽞䦿䊕䧣㮆㽞 䦿䊕㮆㖂䳻䊕㖂㮆㽞䇨
䚾㖂䊕 䊕㤌䓍䦿 䊕䓍㧗㽞—
㮆㽞䁬㽞䋵䟄䊕
䉾䣭㤌㽞
䧣䇨䋵㽞㒳㖂㤌
䦿䧐䊕㤓
䚾㽞䳻㤓㖂䦿㽞 䊕㤌㽞 䋵㽞䁬 㷻㮆㽞䦿㽞䋵䳻㽞 䓊䓍䓊䋵䟄䊕 䧐䧣䈦䈦䧣䁬 㮆㖂䈦㽞䦿䇨
㾣䊕 䓊䓍䓊䋵䟄䊕 㮆㽞䦿㷻䧣䋵䓊 䊕䧣 䳻䧣㮆㮆㽞䳻䊕䓍䧣䋵䇨
䟄䓊䊕䓊䋵䓍
䧣㽞䇨䉾㧗㮆㧗
䊕㾣
㤓䓍㒳䈦䋵
䓍䊕㤌䁬
㾣䊕 䳻㤌㤓䋵㒳㽞䓊—
㧳䜂㽞㮆䉾 㧗䧣㧗㽞䋵䊕䇨
䁬䓍䋵䓍㤌䊕
䦿䧣㒳㧗㽞䋵䊕㤌䓍
䢣㽞䳻㷻䓊䊕㽞㽞䋵㖂
䓍䦿㽞㮆
䧐䊕㽞䈦
䋵䈦㤓㧳㽞
㮆㤌䇨㽞
䌠䧣䊕 䧐㽞㤓㮆䇨
䖧㽞䳻䧣㒳䋵䓍䊕䓍䧣䋵䇨
䈦䓍䥀㽞
㷻㮆㽞䁬䇨䦿䓍㤌㽞䓊
㤌䦿㽞
䟄䦿㾣䪉䊕
㽞㧗㵐䂢
䌠䧣䇨
䣭㤌㽞 㷻㮆㽞䦿㽞䋵䳻㽞 㮆㽞䦿㷻䧣䋵䓊㽞䓊䇨
㾣䊕
䇨䊕䓊㤓㽞㮆䳻㽞
㖂䧣䉾
䓍䈦䥀㽞
㤌䁬䊕㤓
䦿䓍
䣭㤌㤓䊕 㤌䓍䊕 㤌㤓㮆䓊㽞㮆䇨
㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓 䦿䊕㽞㷻㷻㽞䓊 䧐䧣㮆䁬㤓㮆䓊䇨
䉾㮆䈦㖂㽞㤓䧐䈦㗓䇨
䣭㤌㽞 㖂䋵䦿䊕㤓㙎䈦㽞 䦿㤌㤓㷻㽞 㮆㽞㤓䳻䊕㽞䓊䇨
䌠䧣䊕 㤓㒳㒳㮆㽞䦿䦿䓍䜂㽞䈦䉾䇨
䧐䋵䉾䓍㽞䇨䦿䜂䓊䈦㽞㽞
䊕䧣䌠
㾣䊕 䊕㖂㮆䋵㽞䓊 䊕䧣䁬㤓㮆䓊 㤌㽞㮆䇨
䌠䧣䊕 䁬䓍䊕㤌 㽞䉾㽞䦿䇨
㤌㻈䊕䓍
㽞䋵㽞㤓䇨䁬䦿㤓䦿㮆
㗓㖂㮆䓍䧣㖂䦿䇨
䆽䋵䳻㽞㮆䊕㤓䓍䋵䇨
㽞䓍䜂㞹䈦䇨
䣭㤌㽞 䜂䧣䓍䓊 䊕㮆㽞㧗㙎䈦㽞䓊䇨
䚾㽞䳻㤓㖂䦿㽞 䊕㤌䓍䦿 㤌㤓䓊 䋵㽞䜂㽞㮆 㽞䢣䓍䦿䊕㽞䓊 㙎㽞䧐䧣㮆㽞䇨
䊕㽞㤓䋵䳻䓍䋵
䊕䓍䦿㽞䓍䊕䋵㽞
㽞䣭㤌
㽞㧗䓊䇨䧣䜂
䌠䧣䊕 䊕䧣䁬㤓㮆䓊 㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓—
䣭䧣䁬㤓㮆䓊 䊕㤌㽞 䋵㽞䁬 㷻㮆㽞䦿㽞䋵䳻㽞䇨
㤌㽞䣭
䦿㤓㮆䧣䦿䳻
䊕䊕㤓㧗䊕䓍㷻䋵㽞㒳
䊕㖂䳻
䊕䳻㮆䜂䈦䓍㤓㽞
䧣䊕
䋵䧣㽞
㷻䦿㵐㤓㽞䳻
䓍䊕䇨
㽞㽞䓍䓊䋵䧐
䣭㤌㽞 䈦㤓䉾㽞㮆㽞䓊 䧣䋵㽞 䦿㖂㮆㒳㽞䓊㵐 㤓䊕䊕㽞㧗㷻䊕䓍䋵㒳 䊕䧣 䳻䧣䋵䊕㤓䓍䋵 䓍䊕䇨
䚾㖂䊕 䊕㤌㽞 㧗䧣㧗㽞䋵䊕 䊕㤌㽞䉾 䊕䧣㖂䳻㤌㽞䓊 䓍䊕—
䊕㾣
㒳䳻䇨㽞㤓㤌䋵䓊
㾣䊕䦿 䧐䧣㮆㧗 䳻䧣䈦䈦㤓㷻䦿㽞䓊—
䣭㤌㽞䋵 㮆㽞䧐䧣㮆㧗㽞䓊 䦿䧣㧗㽞䁬㤌㽞㮆㽞 㽞䈦䦿㽞䇨
㰎㽞䇨䊕䋵㽞䓍䧐䧐㮆
䆽䋵㷻㮆㽞䓊䓍䳻䊕㤓㙎䈦㽞䇨
䆽䋵䊕䧣㖂䳻㤌㤓㙎䈦㽞䇨
㤌䣭㽞
䧣䧐
䧐䓍䊕㮆䦿
䓍䈦㮆㤓䧐㽞㖂
㽞㧗䧣㮆䉾㧗䇨
䊕㽞㮆㖂
㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓䟄䦿 䜂䧣䓍䳻㽞 䦿䊕㽞㤓䓊䓍㽞䓊䇨
䪉䣭㤌㽞䉾 䳻㤓䋵䟄䊕 䳻䧣䋵䊕㮆䧣䈦 䓍䊕䇨䂢
䇨䌠䧣
㞹 㷻㤓㖂䦿㽞䇨
䚾㽞䳻㤓㖂䦿㽞 䓍䊕 䓍䦿 䋵䧣䊕 㷻㤓㮆䊕 䧣䧐 䁬㤌㤓䊕 䊕㤌㽞䉾 㮆㽞㧗㽞㧗㙎㽞㮆䇨
䁬㽞䋵
㮆䳻㽞䋵㷻㽞䦿㽞
䣭㤌㽞
䓍㒳㤓—䋵㤓
䥀䈦䳻䧐䓍㽞䓊㽞㮆
䣭㤌㽞䋵 䦿䊕㤓㙎䓍䈦䓍䀪㽞䓊 䦿䈦䓍㒳㤌䊕䈦䉾䇨
䌠䧣䊕 䧐㖂䈦䈦䉾䇨
㮆㧗䧣㽞
䊕㖂䚾
䊕䧣
㷻䦿㽞㤌㤓
䧣㒳㖂䋵㽞㤌
䋵䊕㤓㤌
㤓
䊕㽞㧗䇨䧣䋵㧗
䧐䧣㮆
㤌䈦䓊䧣
㞹 䦿䓍䈦㤌䧣㖂㽞䊕䊕㽞䇨
䖧䧣㖂㒳㤌䇨
䊕䧣䇨㾣㽞䋵䈦㧗㽞䳻㷻
䚾㖂䊕 䳻㤌䧣䧣䦿䓍䋵㒳䇨
㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓 䦿䊕㽞㷻㷻㽞䓊 䳻䈦䧣䦿㽞㮆䇨
䧣䊊䉾䈦䁬䈦䇨
䪉㾣 䓊䓍䓊䋵䟄䊕 㧗㽞㤓䋵 䊕䧣 㧗㤓䥀㽞 䉾䧣㖂㵐䂢 䦿㤌㽞 䦿㤓䓍䓊 䦿䧣䧐䊕䈦䉾䇨
䣭㤌㽞 㷻㮆㽞䦿㽞䋵䳻㽞 䦿㤌䓍䧐䊕㽞䓊 䓍䋵 㮆㽞䦿㷻䧣䋵䦿㽞䇨
䧣䊕䌠
㽞㤌䊕
䓊䁬䧣䦿㮆—
㤓䋵䓊䊕䓍㖂䓊㽞䋵㮆䦿㒳䋵
䚾㖂䊕 㮆㽞㤓䳻䊕䓍䋵㒳 䊕䧣 䊕㤌㽞 䓍䋵䊕㽞䋵䊕䇨
㗓䧣䋵䋵㽞䳻䊕䓍䧣䋵䇨
䣭㤌㽞
䈦㮆䜂䉾䦿㽞㒳䦿㽞䓍㤓㒳
䓍䓍䊕䋵䦿䊕㽞㽞
䁬䋵䇨䧣
䓍㤓䊕㽞䳻䋵䋵
㮆㽞㧗䧣
䊕㤓䓊㮆䳻㽞㽞
䣭㤌㽞 䜂㽞㮆䊕䓍䳻㤓䈦 䧣䋵㽞 䓍䋵䊕㽞䋵䦿䓍䧐䓍㽞䓊㵐 䓍䊕䦿 䈦䓍䋵㽞 䳻㖂䊕䊕䓍䋵㒳 㮆㽞㷻㽞㤓䊕㽞䓊䈦䉾 䊕㤌㮆䧣㖂㒳㤌 䊕㤌㽞 䦿㷻㤓䳻㽞 㤓㮆䧣㖂䋵䓊 䊕㤌㽞 䋵㽞䁬 㙎㽞䓍䋵㒳䇨
䣭㤌㽞 䈦㤓䉾㽞㮆㽞䓊 䧣䋵㽞 䳻䧣㧗㷻㮆㽞䦿䦿㽞䓊㵐 㤓䊕䊕㽞㧗㷻䊕䓍䋵㒳 䊕䧣 䧣䜂㽞㮆䁬㮆䓍䊕㽞 䓍䊕 䁬䓍䊕㤌 䦿䊕㮆㖂䳻䊕㖂㮆㽞䇨
䓊㤓䇨䈦䧐㽞䓍
䊕䚾㖂
㽞䊕㤓䊕䊕㧗㷻
㽞䜂㽞㮆䉾
䚾㽞䳻㤓㖂䦿㽞 䊕㤌㽞㮆㽞 䁬㤓䦿 䋵䧣䊕㤌䓍䋵㒳 䊕䧣 䧣䜂㽞㮆䁬㮆䓍䊕㽞䇨
䌠䧣 㷻㤓䊕䊕㽞㮆䋵䇨
䌠䧣
㷻㤓䦿䊕䇨
㪗䋵䈦䉾 㙎㽞䳻䧣㧗䓍䋵㒳䇨
㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓 䊕㖂㮆䋵㽞䓊 㙎㤓䳻䥀 䊕䧣䁬㤓㮆䓊 䊕㤌㽞㧗䇨
䃜䧣䪉㖂
䓍䋵䂢䓊䦿㤌䓍㵐㽞䧐
䊕䓍䋵䦿䟄
䓊䦿䓍䇨㤓
䟄䊕䋵䳻㤓
䦿䓍㤌䋵䧣䊕㒳㧗㽞
䦿㽞㤌
㤓䊕䊕㤌
㤓㽞㮆㽞䦿
䪶䧣㮆 䊕㤌㽞 䧐䓍㮆䦿䊕 䊕䓍㧗㽞—
䣭㤌㽞 䜂㽞㮆䊕䓍䳻㤓䈦 㽞䋵䊕䓍䊕䉾 䓊䓍䦿䊕䧣㮆䊕㽞䓊 䧐㖂䈦䈦䉾䇨
䧐㮆䧣
㙎㤓䋵䥀㮆㒳㽞䓍
㤓
䧐䳻㮆㽞㷻䊕㽞
䧐䧣
㤓
㾣䦿䊕
㽞䋵䓊䳻䇨䦿䧣
㮆䋵䧐䧣䓍㤓䊕䳻
䈦㽞䋵䓍
䣭㤌㽞 䈦㤓䉾㽞㮆㽞䓊 䧣䋵㽞 䧐㤓䈦䊕㽞㮆㽞䓊䇨
㞹䋵䓊 䓍䋵 䊕㤌㤓䊕 㧗䧣㧗㽞䋵䊕—
㽞㤌䣭
䧣䜂䓍䓊
㒳䋵㽞䓊㤌䳻㤓
㒳㤓䋵䇨䓍㤓
䌠䧣䊕 㙎㽞䳻㤓㖂䦿㽞 䧣䧐 㧳䈦㽞䋵㤓䇨
䌠䧣䊕 㙎㽞䳻㤓㖂䦿㽞 䧣䧐 䊕㤌㽞㧗䇨
㤌䊕㽞
㽞䁬䋵
㽞䳻㽞䦿䚾㤓㖂
䧣䧐
䋵㷻㮆䇨㽞㽞㽞䦿䳻
㾣䊕 䊕䧣䧣䥀 㤓 䦿䊕㽞㷻䇨
㾣䊕䦿 䧐䓍㮆䦿䊕䇨
㮆㤌㤌㒳䧣䊕㖂
䦿䇨㽞㷻䳻㤓
䊕䧣䌠
䣭㤌㮆䧣㖂㒳㤌 㽞䢣䓍䦿䊕㽞䋵䳻㽞䇨
㞹䋵䓊 㽞䜂㽞㮆䉾䊕㤌䓍䋵㒳 䊕㮆㽞㧗㙎䈦㽞䓊䇨
䋵㤓䈦㧳㽞
㽞䊕䈦䧐
䋵䋵䇨䓍䈦䉾㤓䦿䊕䊕
䓍䊕
䣭㤌㽞 䦿㤌䓍䧐䊕䇨
䣭㤌㽞 䓊㤓䋵㒳㽞㮆䇨
㒻䊕㖂䦿
䋵㧗㽞㒳䓍㤌䧣䦿䊕
㤌䓍䦿䊕
䁬䦿䊕㤓䟄䋵
䁬䋵㽞䇨
䳻㤓㽞䦿㽞㖂䚾
䣭㤌䓍䦿 䁬㤓䦿 䦿䧣㧗㽞䊕㤌䓍䋵㒳 㖂䋵䳻䧣䋵䊕㮆䧣䈦䈦㽞䓊䇨
䓄㽞㮆 䜂䧣䓍䳻㽞 䓊㮆䧣㷻㷻㽞䓊䇨
䓍䂢㤓…䪉㻈䊕
䚾㖂䊕 䓍䊕 䓊䓍䓊䋵䟄䊕䇨
䚾㽞䳻㤓㖂䦿㽞 䓍䊕 䓊䓍䓊䋵䟄䊕 䥀䋵䧣䁬 㤌䧣䁬䇨
䋵䧣㙎䓊㖂
䉾㙎
㾣䊕
㧗䉾㽞㧗㮆䧣䇨
䁬㤓䊕䦿䋵䟄
㪗㮆 䳻㤌䧣䓍䳻㽞䇨
㪗㮆 㷻㖂㮆㷻䧣䦿㽞䇨
䊕㾣
㤓䦿䁬
䈦䧣䉾䋵
㙎䋵䧣䇨㒳㧗㽞䳻䓍
㞹䋵䓊 㤓䦿 䓍䊕 䦿䊕㽞㷻㷻㽞䓊 䧐䧣㮆䁬㤓㮆䓊 㤓㒳㤓䓍䋵—
䣭㤌㽞 㙎䧣㖂䋵䓊㤓㮆䉾 䊕㮆㽞㧗㙎䈦㽞䓊䇨
䌠䧣䊕
㙎㒳㮆䥀䓍䇨䋵㽞㤓
䌠䧣䊕 䉾㽞䊕䇨
䚾㖂䊕 䧐䧣㮆 䊕㤌㽞 䧐䓍㮆䦿䊕 䊕䓍㧗㽞—
㽞㮆䓍䈦䓊䀪㤓㽞
㽞䋵䈦㧳㤓
㧗䧣㤌䋵㽞㒳䓍䦿䊕
䉾䋵䧐㮆㒳䓍㮆㽞䊕䇨䓍
䊊㤌㽞 㤌㤓䓊䋵䟄䊕 㒻㖂䦿䊕 䳻㤌㤓䋵㒳㽞䓊 䊕㤌㽞 㮆㖂䈦㽞䦿䇨
䊊㤌㽞 㤌㤓䓊 㮆㽞㧗䧣䜂㽞䓊 䊕㤌㽞㧗䇨
䁬—䧣䋵
䋵㞹䓊
䊊䧣㧗㽞䊕㤌䓍䋵㒳 䁬㤓䦿 㒳㮆䧣䁬䓍䋵㒳 䓍䋵 䊕㤌㽞 䓊㤓㮆䥀…
䣭㤌㤓䊕 䋵䧣䊕㤌䓍䋵㒳—䋵䧣䊕 㽞䜂㽞䋵 㤌㽞㮆—
㖂䋵䓊䇨䇨㽞㮆䦿䊕䧣䧣䓊
䈦䈦䪶䉾㖂
