ᚺᚨᛁᛚᚨ᛬ᛚᛖᛋᛆᚱᛖ᛭ᛖᚲ᛬ᚢᚱᛒᛁᚧᛖ᛬ᚦᛡ᛬ᚾᛖᛗᚨᚾᚨᚱ᛬ᚺᛁᚾᛋ᛬ᛋᛖᚤᚨᚾ᛬ᛋᚲᚨᛚ᛬ᛖᚷ᛬ᛗᛖᚲ᛭ᚾᛖᛗᚨᚾᚨᚱ᛬ᛋᚲᚢᛚ᛬ᚦᚨᚢᚷ᛬ᛗᛖᚲ᛬ᛏᚱᛖᚤᚨᚾ᛫ᚾᛖ᛬ᛖᚠ᛬ᛡᚱ᛬ᛚᛖᛋᚨᛁ᛬ᚤᚨᛏ᛬ᚺᛇᚱ᛬ᚷᚨᚤᚱᛡᛏᛖᛋ᛭ᚨᚲ᛬ᚦᚣ᛫ᛗᛡᚾᛖ᛬ᚤᛁᚾᛖ᛫ᛖᚠ᛬ᚦᚣ᛬ᚺᛁᛃᛖ᛬ᛋᛏᚨᚹᚨᚾ᛬ᚨᚢᚷᚾᛖ᛬ᚦᚨᚾ᛬ᛏᚱᚣᚤᛖ᛬ᛖᚲ᛬ᚦᛖᚲ᛬ᚠᛖᛚ᛭ᚾᚣ᛬ᛚᚢᛋᚨ᛬ᛃᚨᚷ᛬ᚺᚨᚢᚱᚨ᛬ᛋᛈᛖᛚᚨ᛬ᛗᛡᚾᛁᛋ᛬ᛞᚨᚷᚨᛋ᛬ᚠᛚᚨᚢᛗᚨᚷᛁᛋ᛭

Hail reader! I expect that none shall read this but me. None would believe me anyway, not if they were to read what is here written. But you, my friend, if you behold these letters then I trust you greatly. Now listen and hear the story of my tumultuous day.

ᛁᛏ᛬ᚤᚨᚱ᛬ᛚᚢᚠᛏᛞᚨᚷᚨᚱ᛭ᛖᚲ᛬ᚷᚨᚨᛏ᛬ᛗᚢᚱᚷᛁᚾᚨᛗᛇᛚᚨ᛬ᛃᚨᚷ᛬ᛁᛃᛇ᛬ᛏᚨ᛬ᛋᛇᛚᛚᛡᚲᛖᚾ᛬ᚠᚢᚱᚷᚨ᛬ᚤᚨᚾᛞ᛬ᛗᛡᚾᚢᚱ᛬ᚺᛖᚱᛏᚨᚱ᛬ᚤᚨᚱ᛬ᛗᚮᚦᚢᚱ᛭ᚢᚹᛖᚱ᛬ᛚᚢᚠᛏᚨᛁ᛬ᛒᚱᛁᚾᛖᚧᛖ᛬ᛋᚮᛚᚨᚱ᛬ᚠᚱᚨᚤᛁᛗ᛬ᛚᛖᚢᚷᛏᛁᚱ᛬ᚤᛖᚱᛈᚨᚾᛋ᛬ᛖᛋᚢᛗ᛬ᚷᚨᛁᛋᛁᛚᚨᚾ᛬ᚷᚢᛚᚦᚢᛗ᛬ᚨᛁᚱᚤᚨᚲᚱᚢᛗ᛬ᚨᚾ᛬ᛋᛁᚾᚦᚷᚱᚮᚾᛖᚾ᛬ᚱᛖᚲᛃᚨ᛬ᛡ᛬ᚦᚮ᛬ᚤᚨᚱᛗᛁᚦᛟ᛬ᛋᛇᛚᛚᛡᚲᚨᚺᚨᛁᚧᚢᚷᛟ᛬ᚠᚢᛚᛃᛖᚧᛖ᛬ᚷᚱᚨᛁᚾᚨᚾ᛭ᚤᚨᛚᚦᚨᚱ᛬ᚢᚹ᛬ᚦᚨᛁᛗ᛬ᚦᚢᚾᚲᛖᚧᛖ᛬ᛋᚲᛁᛈᚨᛁ᛬ᛋᛖᛏᛚᚨᚺᚢᛋᚨᛋ᛭ᛁᚧᛡ᛬ᚺᛁᛏ᛬ᛋᛖᛏᛚᚨᚺᚣᛋᚨᚱ᛬ᚤᚨᚱ᛬ᚾᛖ᛬ᛞᚨᚢᚧᚢᚱ᛬ᛋᛏᚨᛁᚾᛁᚾᚢᚱ᛭ᛋᛏᚨᛗᚮᚱ᛬ᚱᚨᛁᚲᛖ᛬ᚢᛈ᛬ᛁᚾ᛬ᚺᛁᛗᛁᚾᚨ᛬ᛋᛇ᛬ᛗᛁᚲᛁᛚᛟᚾ᛬ᛋᚣᛚᚮᚱ᛫ᚮᚱᛁᛗ᛬ᛒᚢᚷᛁᚱ᛬ᚤᛁᚧᛁᚾᛁᛗ᛬ᛒᚨᚱ᛬ᛡᚱ᛬ᛚᚨᚢᚹᚦᚨᚲᚨᚱ᛭ᛋᛇ᛬ᚷᚱᚮᚾᚨᚦᚨᛚᛋᛏᚨᛁᚾᛁᚾᛟᚾ᛬ᚠᚨᚱᚤᚨᚷᛚᚨᛋᚮᚱ᛬ᚷᛚᚢᚤᚮᚱ᛬ᛒᛚᛁᚾᚲᛖᚧᛖ᛬ᚷᛚᛇᚱᛟᚾ᛬ᚨᚾᛋᚮᚱ᛬ᚦᚢᚱᚷ᛬ᛚᚨᚢᚹᚨᚾ᛫ᚨᛚᚷᛋᚨ᛬ᛞᚢᛋᚾᛇ᛬ᛚᛖᚢᚷᛏᛟ᛬ᚠᚢᛚᛃᚨᚾᛋ᛫ᛒᛚᚨᚾᚲᛁᚱᚢᚱ᛬ᚦᚨᚢ᛬ᚨᛁᚾᚨᚷᚢᚾᛁᚾ᛬ᚷᛚᛡᛗᚨᛁ᛬ᚷᚢᚧᚨᚺᚣᛋᚨᛋ᛭

It was a Monday. I had eaten my breakfast and went to the peaceful forest, for my heart was weary. Above the sky the sun shone with happy lights, casting his early-woken golden rays upon the evergreen realm, which fill the branches with warmth and blissfulness. The woods underneath them looked like the nave of a cathedral. But this cathedral was not dead of stone. Trunks reached up into the heavens like great pillars, with their wooden arches they bore the leafy ceiling. Like stained glass windows of emerald the amber beams glittered through the leaves, filling the sanctuary with orange light, brighter than any church candle.

ᚠᚨᚷᚱᛁᚦᚨᚱ᛬ᛋᚲᛁᛈᚨᛋ᛬ᛏᚨᛁᚱᛖᚧᛖᛋ᛬ᛋᚨᛜᚺᚨᛁᛈᛟ᛬ᚠᚢᚷᛚᚣ᛫ᚲᛚᚨᛁᚦᛃᛖᚧᚨᛁᚱ᛬ᚾᛖ᛬ᚺᚨᚲᚢᛚᛁᚱ᛬ᛒᛚᛇᚤᛁᛗ᛬ᚨᚲ᛬ᚠᛁᚦᚱᛁᚱ᛬ᚠᚨᛁᚷᛁᛗ᛬ᚠᛖᛚᚨᛁᚱ᛬ᚠᚨᚱᚤᚣ᛭ᚨᚾ᛬ᚮᚱᚨᛁᛗ᛬ᚦᛖᚤᛋᛏᚨᛒᚨᚾᚲᚨᛗ᛬ᛋᚨᛜ᛬ᛡᚱ᛬ᛚᛖᚢᚦᚨᚾ᛬ᛚᛖᚢᚹᚢᛗ᛭ᚠᛁᛏᛃᚨᚾ᛬ᚮᚱᚢᛗ᛬ᛋᚨᛚᛃᛖᚧᛖ᛬ᚤᛁᛋᛈᚱᚢᛜᚨᚱ᛬ᛏᚱᛖᚤᚣ᛬ᚤᛖᚱᚹᛖᚾᛋᚣ᛬ᚤᛁᚾᛞᛟ᛫ᛞᚨᛁᛚᚨᚾᛋ᛬ᚠᚱᛁᚦᚨᛋ᛬ᚱᚣᚾᚨᚾ᛬ᛚᚨᚢᛋᚨᚾᛋᚨᛗ᛭ᚦᚨᚱ᛬ᛋᚨᛏ᛬ᛖᚲ᛬ᛒᛁ᛬ᛚᛁᛏᛁᛚᛁᚾ᛬ᛋᚨᛁᚤᚨᛁ᛭ᚢᛗ᛬ᛗᚨᚱᚨᛁ᛬ᚤᚮᛋ᛬ᛚᚨᛜᚢᚱ᛬ᚷᚱᚨᛋᚨᚱ᛬ᛋᚤᛁᛜᚢᚱ᛬ᛋᚨᛗᚦᛚᛡᚲ᛭ᛃᚨᚷ᛬ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱ᛬ᚦᚨᛗ᛬ᚷᚱᚨᛋᚨᛁ᛬ᚤᚨᛋ᛬ᛖᚲ᛬ᚺᛖᛚᛖᚧᚨᚱ᛬ᛖᚱᚦᚨᛁ᛭ᛗᛡᚾᚢᚱ᛬ᚺᛖᚱᛏᚨᚱ᛬ᚤᚨᛋ᛬ᛒᚢᚱᚦᛖᚧᚢᚱ᛫ᚤᚨᚾᛞ᛬ᛖᚲ᛬ᚤᚨᚱ᛬ᛚᛖᚢᛋᛖᚧᚨᚱ᛭ᛃᚨ᛬ᛖᚲ᛬ᛒᚨᚧ᛬ᛁᚾ᛬ᚷᚱᚮᚾᚨᛁ᛫ᛏᚨ᛬ᚠᛁᚾᛞᚨᛁ᛬ᚨᚾᛞᚤᚢᚱᚧᚨᚾ᛭

The beauty of the nave was adorned by a choir of birds, clothed not with blue coats but with decorated plumage of many colours. Upon their pews they sang lovely songs of praise. The whispers of the trees being moved by the wind acompanied their poems, sharing their secrets of peace to those who listen. There I sat by a small lake. Around the water grew tall, gently swaying grass. And among that grass I was hidden to the world. My heart was burdnened, for I was lost. Thus I prayed in the green, in order to find answers.