ꯑꯔꯨꯝꯕ ꯑꯃꯗꯒꯤ ꯍꯧꯕ ꯃꯥꯂꯦꯝ

ꯏꯟꯇꯔꯅꯦꯠ ꯑꯁꯤ ꯃꯤꯑꯣꯏꯁꯤꯡꯕꯨ ꯄꯨꯟꯁꯤꯟꯅꯕ ꯋꯥꯁꯛꯈꯤ, ꯑꯗꯨꯕꯨ ꯃꯗꯨꯒꯤ ꯃꯍꯨꯠꯇ ꯃꯥꯂꯦꯝꯒꯤ ꯈ꯭ꯋꯥꯏꯗꯒꯤ ꯊꯃꯣꯏ ꯇꯥꯕ ꯑꯃꯁꯨꯡ ꯎꯔꯥꯏꯕ ꯃꯐꯝ ꯑꯃ ꯑꯣꯏꯔꯦ꯫ ꯃꯐꯝ ꯑꯃ, ꯃꯐꯝ ꯑꯗꯨꯗ ꯃꯤꯄꯨꯝ ꯈꯨꯗꯤꯡꯃꯛꯅ ꯃꯇꯝ ꯈꯨꯗꯤꯡꯃꯛꯇ ꯅꯍꯥꯛꯀꯤ ꯄꯨꯛꯅꯤꯡ ꯆꯪꯍꯟꯗꯨꯅ, ꯊꯥꯛꯁꯤꯡ ꯊꯤꯡꯖꯤꯟꯗꯨꯅ ꯑꯃꯁꯨꯡ ꯃꯤꯑꯣꯏꯁꯤꯡꯒꯤ ꯄꯨꯟꯁꯤꯁꯤꯡ ꯅꯨꯡꯁꯤꯡꯗꯕ ꯃꯥꯏꯀꯩꯁꯤꯡꯗ ꯌꯦꯡꯗꯨꯅ ꯂꯩꯔꯤ꯫

ꯅꯨꯄꯤ ꯑꯃꯗ ꯃꯤꯑꯣꯏꯁꯤꯡꯒꯤ ꯅꯨꯡꯁꯤꯕ ꯌꯦꯡꯅꯕ ꯑꯃꯨꯛ ꯑꯃꯨꯛ ꯎꯠꯄ ꯃꯐꯝ ꯑꯃ ꯃꯊꯧ ꯇꯥꯗꯦ꯫ ꯃꯍꯥꯛꯄꯨ ꯃꯍꯥꯛꯀꯤ ꯃꯅꯨꯡꯗ ꯌꯦꯡꯅꯕ ꯃꯐꯝ ꯑꯃ ꯃꯊꯧ ꯇꯥꯏ꯫

This Diary does not begin with a start, nor with a manifesto. It begins with a pause. From the moment you close the door before the endless "you must" and remain in absolute silence. The prologue is not for explanations — it is for taking an honest first breath and remembering that your true world begins with yourself.