Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 2152: Story : The Shape That Should Not Be Seen
Capítulo 2152: Story 2152: The Shape That Should Not Be Seen
It did not arrive like anything before it.
There was no distortion.
No tearing.
No transition.
One moment, it was distant—unreachable.
The next—
It was there.
Not closer.
Not larger.
Just… present in a way distance could not explain.
The point had become something else.
Not fully formed.
Not incomplete.
But wrongly defined.
Elena did not step back.
But something within her considered it.
Not fear.
Not instinct.
A calculation that had no origin.
Beside her, the unfinished being shifted—its structure tightening, its fluid edges hardening into something more deliberate.
Not defensive.
Not aggressive.
Prepared.
The convergence reacted next.
Its vast, layered existence did not collapse—
But it hesitated.
Every fragment.
Every echo.
Every ancient observer within it—
Paused at once.
As if something had entered a system that had no way to process it.
The presence spoke—quieter than ever before.
This… does not follow.
Elena’s eyes remained fixed on the shape.
“Follow what?”
A longer pause.
Anything.
That answer settled heavily.
Because everything until now—no matter how complex, how chaotic—had still belonged to something.
Memory.
Choice.
Becoming.
Even the void had rules in its absence.
This—
Had none.
The shape shifted slightly.
Not movement.
Not transformation.
But a change in how it was perceived.
As if the mind itself could not hold it in one form for long.
Edges became curves.
Curves became angles.
Existence flickered between interpretations that never settled.
Elena narrowed her gaze.
“It’s not unstable.”
No.
The presence trembled faintly.
It is… deciding how to be seen.
That realization bent everything.
Because that meant—
It wasn’t being observed.
It was allowing observation.
The unfinished being reacted again.
A subtle recoil.
Not from danger—
But from incompatibility.
Its structure, built on continuation, could not align with something that did not continue.
The convergence dimmed.
Not weakening.
But withdrawing focus.
Even the ancient entities—beings that had watched countless iterations of existence—
Did not reach toward this.
They did not analyze.
They did not interfere.
For the first time—
They chose not to understand.
Elena felt that choice echo through her.
And rejected it instantly.
“No,” she said quietly.
Her voice did not break.
Did not waver.
But it cut through the stillness.
“I’m not turning away from it.”
The shape responded.
Not with movement.
Not with sound.
But with clarity.
For a fraction of a moment—
It resolved.
And in that resolution—
Elena saw something impossible.
Not a form.
Not a being.
But a perspective.
As if she were not looking at it—
But through it.
Through something that did not exist within space—
But outside the idea of space entirely.
Her breath slowed.
Not by control.
But because something deeper had taken over.
“It’s not here,” she whispered.
The presence hesitated.
Explain.
Elena’s gaze didn’t shift.
“It’s not in the void.”
A pause.
Longer than any before.
Then where—
Elena answered before it could finish.
“Somewhere that doesn’t need a where.”
Silence.
The shape pulsed.
And this time—
The effect did not ripple outward.
It folded inward—
Directly toward Elena.
The unfinished being moved.
Not forward.
Not back.
But between.
Positioning itself—not as a shield—
But as a point of reference.
A boundary.
Something the unknown could measure against.
The shape acknowledged it.
Not as an obstacle.
But as data.
Then—
It focused again.
On Elena.
Stronger now.
Sharper.
Not observing broadly—
But specifically.
And Elena understood.
Not with logic.
Not with memory.
But with something that had only just begun to exist within her.
“It’s learning,” she said.
The presence flickered.
From us?
Elena shook her head slowly.
“No.”
Her voice dropped.
“From me.”
The void did not react.
The convergence did not shift.
Even the ancient entities remained still.
Because something had changed—
Not in the shape.
Not in the space.
But in the direction of everything.
Before—
Elena had stepped into the unknown.
Now—
The unknown was stepping into her.
The shape pulsed once more.
Closer.
Clearer.
More defined—
But still impossible.
And for the first time—
It did something undeniable.
It mirrored.
Not her form.
Not her presence.
But her state.
Unresolved.
Uncontained.
Becoming—
Without needing to become anything at all.
Elena exhaled softly.
And for the first time—
She did not try to understand it.
Because she finally realized—
It was not here to be understood.
It was here—
To understand her.
魯
䇈㢤䠣㝍䊂㝍䠣㝍䲇
老
櫓
虜
盧
擄
盧
蘆
爐
㢅㑑㧄
䲧䡛㱁㢤㞃
䕡䠣䕡
䲧䊂㢤
櫓䚓䲧 䕡㧄㧄㞃㧄䊂㧄䕡䡛
㱖䲧 㠈䠣㝍㱁䲧䎃 䠣䲧 㿧䪣㱁 㱁䓝㹙䲧䇻㧄—䪣䇻䇈㢤㱁䲧 䠣䊂䕡䠣㱁䲧䠣䊂䲇䓝䠣㱁㢅䪣㹙䇻㧄 㠈㝍㢤䇈 㦫㢤䠣䊂㦫䠣䕡㧄䊂㦫㧄䡛
䭦䇻䪣㧄䊂㱁㗅
㱖
䲧䪣䊂㧄—㱁㦫
䠣䊂
㢅㠈䲧㱁䠣
㧄㦫㢅㢤㧄䕡䡛
㱖 㠈䇻䠣㦫䡱㧄㝍 㢤㠈 䪣㿧䪣㝍㧄䊂㧄㱁㱁—
䡛䕡䲧㧄㧄㝍䓝㝍䊂
㣒䓝䲧 䊂㢤䲧 䕡㧄䇻䪣㽦㧄䕡䡛
㤾㢤䲧 㦫㢤㞃䠣㧄䕡䡛
䪣㱁䇻䡛㢤㧄䓝䓝䲧㰶䠣䇈䊂
㱖㱁 䠣㠈 䲧㢅㧄 䇈㢤䇈㧄䊂䲧 㱁㢅㧄 㧄䐃䠣㱁䲧㧄䕡 䠣䊂 䪣 㱁䲧䪣䲧㧄—
䠣䲧 䪣䇻㝍㧄䪣䕡㽦 㢅䪣䕡䡛
䲧䠣
䲧㠈㧄䇻
䪣䕡䡛㧄䇈㧄䲧䇈㽦䠣䠣䇻
䭦䇻䊂䪣㧄
㤾㢤䲧 䪣㱁 䠣䊂䲧㝍䓝㱁䠣㢤䊂䡛
㤾㢤䲧 䪣㱁 䪁䠣㢤䇻䪣䲧䠣㢤䊂䡛
㱁䲧㢅㢤㧄䠣䲇䊂䇈
䪣㠈㝍
㢤㧄䇈㝍
䓝㣒䲧
䪣㱁
䓝—䊂䲇䇻䠣䊂䲧㱁䲧㧄
䪣䲇㝍㧄㧄䇈㧄䊂䲧䡛
㑑㢅㧄 㱁㢅䪣㞃㧄 㿧䪣㱁 䊂㢤䲧 㦫㢅䪣㱁䠣䊂䲇 㢅㧄㝍䡛
㢤䲧䊂
㱁䪣㿧
㝍㧄䡛㢅
䲧䚓
㢤䲇㢤䇻㿧䠣䊂㠈䇻
䚓䲧 㿧䪣㱁 䪣㝍㝍䠣䪁䠣䊂䲇 䪣䲧 䲧㢅㧄 㱁䪣䇈㧄 㞃䇻䪣㦫㧄—
㿧䠣䲧㢅㢤䓝䲧 䲧㢅㧄 䊂㧄㧄䕡 䲧㢤 䲧㝍䪣䪁㧄䇻䡛
䲧䠣䎃㧄㢤䊂䇻䇣㧄㝍㠈㦫
㢅㱁㑑㗅䏓䲧䪣
䠣㧄䓝㽦䇻䲧䁸䡛
㢤䲧䊂
䠣㱁䕡䪣
㧄㢅㱁
㑑㢅㧄 㞃㝍㧄㱁㧄䊂㦫㧄 㱁䲧䠣㝍㝍㧄䕡 㠈䪣䠣䊂䲧䇻㽦䡛
㑑㢅㧄䊂 㿧㢅䪣䲧 䠣㱁 䠣䲧䩄
䲧㧄㢅
䇻㝍㽦㦫䠣䪣䲧
䠣䕡䕡
㧄䡛㢅㝍
䲧㱁㢅䠣䲇㠈䊂䠣
㱁㗅䪣䭦䊂䇻㧄
㧄㱁㽦㧄
䇻䪣䪁㧄㧄
䊂㢤䲧
㧄㹙㧄㢤㠈㝍
䏓䚓䲧㗅㱁… 䪣䇻䠣䲇䊂䇈㧄䊂䲧䡛䇣
㑑㢅㧄 㿧㢤㝍䕡 㱁㧄䲧䲧䇻㧄䕡 䓝䊂㧄䪣㱁䠣䇻㽦䡛
㱁䓝䲧䓝㝍㦫䡛䲧㧄㝍
㧄䠣䇈䠣䕡䇻㞃
㧄䊂䲧䊂䲇䠣䇻䪣䇈
䪣㱁㣒䓝㧄㧄㦫
㱖䊂䕡 㱁䲧㝍䓝㦫䲧䓝㝍㧄 䠣䇈㞃䇻䠣㧄䕡 㝍䓝䇻㧄㱁䡛
㣒䓝䲧 䲧㢅䠣㱁—
䠣㱁䇻䲧䇻
㢅䪣䕡
㧄㢤䊂䡛䊂
㑑㢅㧄 䓝䊂㠈䠣䊂䠣㱁㢅㧄䕡 㹙㧄䠣䊂䲇 䪣䕡㺎䓝㱁䲧㧄䕡 䪣䲇䪣䠣䊂䡛
䚓䲧㱁 㠈㢤㝍䇈䎃 㢤䊂㦫㧄 㠈䇻䓝䠣䕡 䪣䊂䕡 䓝䊂㦫㧄㝍䲧䪣䠣䊂䎃 䊂㢤㿧 㢅㧄䇻䕡 䪣 㱁䲧㝍䪣䊂䲇㧄 㝍䠣䲇䠣䕡䠣䲧㽦—
䊂㢤䲧
䎃㝍㦫㧄㠈㢤䕡
㹙䓝䲧 㦫㢅㢤㱁㧄䊂䡛
䚓䲧 㝍㧄䇈䪣䠣䊂㧄䕡 㹙㧄䲧㿧㧄㧄䊂 䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣 䪣䊂䕡 䲧㢅㧄 㱁㢅䪣㞃㧄䎃
䲧䓝㹙
䪣㱁
䊂㢤
䪣
㢤䇻㝍㧄䲇䊂
䊂㢤㹙䕡㝍䡛䓝䪣㽦
㤾㢤㿧—
䪣㱁 䪣 㝍㧄㠈㧄㝍㧄䊂㦫㧄 䲧㢅䪣䲧 㿧䪣㱁 㹙㧄䲇䠣䊂䊂䠣䊂䲇 䲧㢤 䇻㢤㱁㧄 㝍㧄䇻㧄䪁䪣䊂㦫㧄䡛
䲇㝍㢤㧄䇻䊂
㢅㑑㧄
䊂㢤
㢅㱁㞃㧄䪣
䕡㧄㧄䕡䊂㧄
䠣䡛䲧
㣒㧄㦫䪣䓝㱁㧄 䠣䲧 㢅䪣䕡 㠈㢤䓝䊂䕡 㱁㢤䇈㧄䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇 㧄䇻㱁㧄 䲧㢤 䇈㧄䪣㱁䓝㝍㧄 䪣䲇䪣䠣䊂㱁䲧䡛
䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣䡛
䊂䠣
㢅㑑㧄
㦫㢤㦫䊂㧄䪁㧄㝍㧄䊂䲇
䲧䲇䪣㱁䊂㧄䡛䇈㝍㠈
㧄㦫㧄䪣㝍䲧䕡
㰶䇈䪣䇻䇻 䕡䠣㱁䲧㢤㝍䲧䠣㢤䊂㱁 㝍䠣㞃㞃䇻㧄䕡 䲧㢅㝍㢤䓝䲇㢅 䠣䲧㱁 䪁䪣㱁䲧 㠈㢤㝍䇈—
䲧䠣䊂㽦 䠣䊂㦫㢤䊂㱁䠣㱁䲧㧄䊂㦫䠣㧄㱁 䲧㢅䪣䲧 㦫㢤㝍㝍㧄㦫䲧㧄䕡 䲧㢅㧄䇈㱁㧄䇻䪁㧄㱁 䠣䊂㱁䲧䪣䊂䲧䇻㽦䡛
㢤䲧
䠣䲧
䠣㠈
䕡㝍䓝㧄㠈㱁㧄
㧄䊂䠣䲇䇈㞃䲧䲧䪣䲧
䠣䲧㱁
䲧㱁㽦䪣
㢅䲧䲧䪣
㿧㧄㝍㧄
㧄䲧㦫䡛䠣㞃㝍䊂㢤㧄㞃
䊂㱁㢤䲇䠣䇈㧄䲧㢅
䲧㢤
䠣㢅㿧䠣䲧䊂
㝍㦫䪣䡱䲧
㱖㱁
㑑㢅㧄 䪣䊂㦫䠣㧄䊂䲧 㧄䊂䲧䠣䲧䠣㧄㱁 䕡䠣䕡 䊂㢤䲧 䇈㢤䪁㧄䡛
㣒䓝䲧 䲧㢅㧄䠣㝍 㱁䲧䠣䇻䇻䊂㧄㱁㱁 㢅䪣䕡 㦫㢅䪣䊂䲇㧄䕡䡛
䲧䠣
䡛㱁䠣䪁㞃㧄㱁䪣
㧄㹙䊂㧄
䪣㢅䕡
㣒㢤㧄䎃㧄㠈㝍
㤾㢤㿧—
䠣䲧 㿧䪣㱁 䕡㧄䇻䠣㹙㧄㝍䪣䲧㧄䡛
㽦㧄㑑㢅
㧄㧄㿧㝍
㿧䲧䠣䲇䪣䊂㢅䡛㦫
䬩䪣㝍㧄㠈䓝䇻䇻㽦䡛
䬩䪣䓝䲧䠣㢤䓝㱁䇻㽦䡛
㱁㝍䠣䲧㠈
䠣䲧—䇈㧄
㝍䢫㢤
㧄㢅䲧
䓝䊂㦫㧄㝍䲧䪣䠣䊂䡛
㑑㢅㧄 㱁㢅䪣㞃㧄 㞃䓝䇻㱁㧄䕡 䪣䲇䪣䠣䊂䡛
䕡䊂㱖
䇈䲧—䠣㧄
㢅㱁䠣䲧
䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣 㠈㧄䇻䲧 䠣䲧 䠣䊂㱁䠣䕡㧄 㢅㧄㝍䡛
㤾㢤䲧 㞃㢅㽦㱁䠣㦫䪣䇻䇻㽦䡛
㤾㢤䲧
㧄䲧䪣䇈䇻䊂㽦䡛䇻
㣒䓝䲧 㱁㢤䇈㧄㿧㢅㧄㝍㧄 䕡㧄㧄㞃㧄㝍—
㿧㢅㧄㝍㧄 䕡㧄㠈䠣䊂䠣䲧䠣㢤䊂 㢅䪣䕡 䊂㢤䲧 㽦㧄䲧 㠈㢤㝍䇈㧄䕡䡛
㝍㧄䕭
㢤䊂䲧
㧄䊂㦫䪣䡛䲇㢅
䓝㢅㢅䲧䲇䲧㱁㢤
䠣䕡䕡
䕭㧄㝍 䇈㧄䇈㢤㝍䠣㧄㱁 䕡䠣䕡 䊂㢤䲧 㱁㢅䠣㠈䲧䡛
㣒䓝䲧 㱁㢤䇈㧄䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇 㹙㧄䊂㧄䪣䲧㢅 䲧㢅㧄䇈—
㱁䕡䕡䲧㺎䪣䓝䡛㧄
㰶㢅㧄 䠣䊂㢅䪣䇻㧄䕡 㱁㢅䪣㝍㞃䇻㽦䡛
㤾㢤䲧 䠣䊂 㞃䪣䠣䊂䡛
㧄㝍䡛䪣㠈
㢤㤾䲧
䠣䊂
㣒䓝䲧 䠣䊂 㝍㧄㦫㢤䲇䊂䠣䲧䠣㢤䊂䡛
䏓䚓䲧㗅㱁 䊂㢤䲧 䇻㧄䪣㝍䊂䠣䊂䲇 㠈㝍㢤䇈 䇈㧄䎃䇣 㱁㢅㧄 㱁䪣䠣䕡䡛
㑑㧄㢅
㧄㱁㧄㧄㞃㝍䊂㦫
㧄䠣䡛㝍䇻䡱㧄䕡㠈㦫
㵦㢤䓝 㱁䪣䠣䕡—
䏓䚓 㿧䪣㱁 㿧㝍㢤䊂䲇䡛䇣
䕡㱁䪣㧄㽦䲧䡛
㿧㱁䪣
㢤䪁㧄㦫䠣
㧄䕭㝍
㑑㢤㢤 㱁䲧㧄䪣䕡㽦䡛
䏓䚓䲧㗅㱁 䊂㢤䲧 䲧䪣䡱䠣䊂䲇 䪣䊂㽦䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇䡛䇣
㱖
㞃䓝㧄㱁䡛䪣
㟑㢤䊂䲇㧄㝍 䲧㢅䪣䊂 㹙㧄㠈㢤㝍㧄䡛
䕭㧄䪣䪁䠣㧄㝍䡛
䲇䩄䠣㢤䊂䕡
䊂㢅㑑㧄
㿧䪣㢅䲧
㱁䠣
䠣䲧
䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣 䲧㢤㢤䡱 䪣 㱁䲧㧄㞃 㠈㢤㝍㿧䪣㝍䕡䡛
㤾㢤䲧 䲧㢤㿧䪣㝍䕡 䲧㢅㧄 㱁㢅䪣㞃㧄—
䠣䊂䲧㢤
㹙䓝䲧
䪣㱁㧄㞃㦫
㧄㢅䲧
㢅㿧㧄㝍㧄
䡛㱁㿧䪣
䲧䠣
㱖䊂䕡 䲧㢅㧄 䠣䇈㞃㢤㱁㱁䠣㹙䇻㧄 㢅䪣㞃㞃㧄䊂㧄䕡䡛
㰶㢅㧄 䕡䠣䕡 䊂㢤䲧 䲇㧄䲧 㦫䇻㢤㱁㧄㝍䡛
㰶㢅㧄
㝍㢤䲇䡛㢅䲧䓝㢅
䕡䠣䕡
䊂䲧㢤
䪣㱁㱁㞃
㰶㢅㧄 䕡䠣䕡 䊂㢤䲧 㱁䲧㢤㞃䡛
䚓䊂㱁䲧㧄䪣䕡—
㞃㱁㧄㦫䪣
䪣㝍䕡㢤䊂䓝
䠣㝍䕡㧄䊂䕡㠈㧄㧄
㝍㢅㧄
䠣䇻㧄䲧㠈㱁
㢅䲧㧄
㱁㞃䲧䡛㧄
㱖㱁 䠣㠈 䕡䠣㱁䲧䪣䊂㦫㧄 䠣䲧㱁㧄䇻㠈 㢅䪣䕡 㽦䠣㧄䇻䕡㧄䕡䡛
䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣㗅㱁 䪁㢤䠣㦫㧄 䇻㢤㿧㧄㝍㧄䕡䡛
䊂㢤㝍䇈㧄䲇䠣䪁
㠈䇣㦫䠣䊂䕡㠈㧄㧄㝍䡛㧄
䏓䚓㱁㗅䲧
㧄䲧㢅
㰶䠣䇻㧄䊂㦫㧄 㠈㢤䇻䇻㢤㿧㧄䕡䡛
㤾㢤䲧 㧄䇈㞃䲧㽦䡛
㣒䓝䲧
䠣㿧㢅䡛㦫䲇䲧䪣䊂
㑑㢅㧄 㱁㢅䪣㞃㧄 㝍㧄㱁㞃㢤䊂䕡㧄䕡䡛
䚓䲧㱁 㠈㢤㝍䇈 䕡䠣䕡 䊂㢤䲧 㱁䲧䪣㹙䠣䇻䠣䇙㧄—
㧄㦫㧄㝍㱁㧄䊂㞃
䪣㦫䇻㧄䡛㝍㧄㝍
䲧䠣㱁
䪣㦫㧄䇈㹙㧄
䲧㹙䓝
㤾㢤䲧 䪁䠣㱁䓝䪣䇻䇻㽦䡛
㣒䓝䲧 㦫㢤䊂㦫㧄㞃䲧䓝䪣䇻䇻㽦䡛
䠣䲇䓝䇻䊂㱁䲧㝍䲇䲇
䲧䠣
䊂㢤
䠣㠈
㦫䪁—㞃㧄㧄䕡㧄䠣㝍
䲇䇻㢤䊂㝍㧄
䲧㢤
㱖㱁
䪣㿧㱁
㧄㹙
㹙㧄㦫䪣䓝㱁㧄 㞃㧄㝍㦫㧄㞃䲧䠣㢤䊂 䠣䲧㱁㧄䇻㠈 㿧䪣㱁 㦫㢅䪣䊂䲇䠣䊂䲇䡛
㑑㢅㧄 䓝䊂㠈䠣䊂䠣㱁㢅㧄䕡 㹙㧄䠣䊂䲇 㠈䪣䇻䲧㧄㝍㧄䕡䡛
䊂䇈䲧㧄䇈㢤䡛
䲧㶥䓝㱁
㢤㝍㠈
䪣
䚓䲧㱁 㱁䲧㝍䓝㦫䲧䓝㝍㧄—㹙䓝䠣䇻䲧 㢤䊂 㦫㢤䊂䲧䠣䊂䓝䪣䲧䠣㢤䊂—
䇻㢤㱁䲧 䪣䇻䠣䲇䊂䇈㧄䊂䲧䡛
䠣㠈
㣒㧄㱁㦫㧄䪣䓝
㧄㝍㢅䲧㧄
䪣㱁㿧
䊂㧄—㧄㧄㠈㝍㠈㦫䠣䕡
㢤䊂
䲧㢅㧄㝍㧄 㿧䪣㱁 䊂㢤䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇 䲧㢤 㦫㢤䊂䲧䠣䊂䓝㧄 㠈㝍㢤䇈䡛
㑑㢅㧄 㦫㢤䊂䪁㧄㝍䲇㧄䊂㦫㧄 䕡䠣䇈䇈㧄䕡 㠈䓝㝍䲧㢅㧄㝍䡛
䲧㤾㢤
䕡䊂䪣—䠣㠈䲇
㹙䓝䲧 㱁䲧㧄㞃㞃䠣䊂䲇 㹙䪣㦫䡱䡛
㵦䠣㧄䇻䕡䠣䊂䲇 㱁㞃䪣㦫㧄 䲧㢤 㱁㢤䇈㧄䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇 䠣䲧 㦫㢤䓝䇻䕡 䊂㢤䲧 㦫㢤䊂䲧䪣䠣䊂䡛
㠈䇻㧄䲧
䲧㠈㱁䠣㢅䡛
䇻䊂㧄䪣䭦
䲧㧄㢅
䢫㧄䇻䲧 䲧㢅㧄 䪣㹙㱁㧄䊂㦫㧄 㢤㠈 㝍㧄㱁䠣㱁䲧䪣䊂㦫㧄䡛
䢫㧄䇻䲧 䲧㢅㧄 䁸䓝䠣㧄䲧 㱁䓝㝍㝍㧄䊂䕡㧄㝍 㢤㠈 㧄䪁㧄㝍㽦䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇 䲧㢅䪣䲧 㢅䪣䕡 㢤䊂㦫㧄 䕡㧄㠈䠣䊂㧄䕡 䲧㢅䠣㱁 㞃䇻䪣㦫㧄䡛
㧄䲧㢅
䊂㱖䕡
㝍㢤㠈
䇈㧄—䠣䲧
㠈㝍䲧䠣㱁
㱁㢅㧄 䓝䊂䕡㧄㝍㱁䲧㢤㢤䕡 䲧㢅㧄 㦫㢤㱁䲧䡛
䏓䚓㠈 䠣䲧 㠈䠣䊂䠣㱁㢅㧄㱁 䲧㢅䠣㱁…䇣 㱁㢅㧄 㿧㢅䠣㱁㞃㧄㝍㧄䕡䎃
䏓䲧㢅㧄㧄…㝍
㧄㠈䇻䲧
䡛㹙䇣㧄㧄㦫䇈㢤
㧄㹙
䲧㿧䊂㗅㢤
䲧䪣䊂䲇㢅㽦䊂䠣
䲧㢤
㑑㢅㧄 㞃㝍㧄㱁㧄䊂㦫㧄 䲧㝍㧄䇈㹙䇻㧄䕡䡛
䭦䐃㞃䇻䪣䠣䊂䡛
䪣䡛㿧㢤㠈㝍㝍䕡
䇙䪣䲇㧄
㝍㧄䕡䇈㧄䪣䊂䠣
䊂䇻䪣㧄㗅䭦㱁
㥑䊂㹙䇻䠣䊂䡱䠣䊂䲇䡛
䏓㣒㧄㦫㢤䇈䠣䊂䲇 䊂㧄㧄䕡㱁 㱁㧄㞃䪣㝍䪣䲧䠣㢤䊂䎃䇣 㱁㢅㧄 㱁䪣䠣䕡䡛
㠈㣒㢤䏓㧄㧄㝍
䕡䊂䪣
㧄䡛㠈㝍䲧䪣䇣
䏓䕭㧄㝍㧄 䪣䊂䕡 䲧㢅㧄㝍㧄䡛䇣
䏓㰶㧄䇻㠈 䪣䊂䕡 㢤䲧㢅㧄㝍䡛䇣
䕭㧄㝍
㢤䠣䪁㦫㧄
䕡㧄㱁䡛䊂㢤䲧㠈㧄
䏓㣒䓝䲧 䠣㠈 䲧㢅㧄㝍㧄㗅㱁 䊂㢤 䕡䠣㠈㠈㧄㝍㧄䊂㦫㧄…䇣
㑑㢅㧄 㱁㧄䊂䲧㧄䊂㦫㧄 䕡䠣䕡䊂㗅䲧 䊂㧄㧄䕡 䲧㢤 㧄䊂䕡䡛
㿧䊂㝍㧄䪣㱁
㿧䪣㱁
㢅㧄䲧
䪣䕡㧄䇻㝍䪣㽦
㣒㱁䪣㧄䓝㦫㧄
䲇䊂䠣䡛䊂㧄㞃㞃䪣㢅
㑑㢅㧄 㱁㢅䪣㞃㧄 㞃䓝䇻㱁㧄䕡 㢤䊂㦫㧄 䇈㢤㝍㧄䡛
㱖䊂䕡 䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣 㠈㧄䇻䲧 䠣䲧 䪣䲇䪣䠣䊂—
㱁䇻䠣䇈㞃㱁㹙㢤㧄䠣
䲧䲧㢅䪣
㧄䕡㞃䎃㧄
䠣䲇䇻䲧䪣䊂䇈䊂㧄䡛
㰶䲧㝍㢤䊂䲇㧄㝍 䊂㢤㿧䡛
䬩䇻㢤㱁㧄㝍䡛
㤾㢤䲧
㞃㝍㞃㢅䊂—㢤䪣㦫䠣䪣䲇
㹙䓝䲧 㝍㧄㱁㢤䇻䪁䠣䊂䲇䡛
䕭㧄㝍 䲧㢅㢤䓝䲇㢅䲧㱁 㱁䇻㢤㿧㧄䕡䡛
㤾㢤䲧
䠣䊂㠈—䕡䪣䲇
㹙䓝䲧 䇻㢤㱁䠣䊂䲇 㦫㢤䊂䲧㝍䪣㱁䲧䡛
䭦䕡䲇㧄㱁 㱁㢤㠈䲧㧄䊂㧄䕡䡛
䬉䠣㱁䠣㧄䊂䊂㠈䲧䠣㢤
䕡䡛㧄㝍䓝䇻㝍㹙
㤾㢤䲧 䕡䠣㱁䪣㞃㞃㧄䪣㝍䠣䊂䲇—
㹙䓝䲧 䊂㢤 䇻㢤䊂䲇㧄㝍 䊂㧄㧄䕡䠣䊂䲇 䲧㢤 㹙㧄 䕡䠣㱁䲧䠣䊂㦫䲧䡛
䊂㱖䕡
㽦㝍㝍䲇䲧䊂㧄㠈䠣䠣
䪣㞃㝍䲧—
㢅㧄䲧
䇈㱁㢤䲧
䚓䲧 㠈㧄䇻䲧 㝍䠣䲇㢅䲧䡛
㤾㢤䲧 㠈㢤㝍㦫㧄䕡䡛
䡛䠣䇈㞃㱁㢤㧄䕡
㢤㤾䲧
㣒䓝䲧 䊂䪣䲧䓝㝍䪣䇻䡛
㱖㱁 䠣㠈 䲧㢅䠣㱁 㿧䪣㱁 䪣䇻㿧䪣㽦㱁 䲧㢅㧄 䕡䠣㝍㧄㦫䲧䠣㢤䊂 䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇㱁 㿧㧄㝍㧄 䇈㧄䪣䊂䲧 䲧㢤 䲇㢤䡛
䠣䊂㱁䕡㧄㠈㢅䠣䊂䓝
䕡䪁䇈㢤㧄
䊂㧄䠣㹙䲇
䡛䪣䊂䪣䠣䲇
㑑㢅㧄
䢫㢤㝍 䲧㢅㧄 㠈䠣㝍㱁䲧 䲧䠣䇈㧄—
㿧䠣䲧㢅 䓝㝍䲇㧄䊂㦫㽦䡛
㢤䲧
㦫䡛㢤䡱䇻㹙
㢤㤾䲧
㤾㢤䲧 䲧㢤 䕡㧄㠈㧄䊂䕡䡛
㣒䓝䲧 䲧㢤 䠣䊂䲧㧄㝍㝍䓝㞃䲧䡛
䠣㦫䕡㝍㧄䇻㽦䲧
㧄䲧㧄㞃㱁㞃䕡
䊂㢤䠣䲧
䊂䇻䭦䪣㧄㗅㱁
㧄䊂䠣㞃㞃㧄—㝍㦫㢤䲧
䚓䲧
㠈㢤㝍㦫䠣䊂䲇 䪣 㹙㢤䓝䊂䕡䪣㝍㽦 㿧㢅㧄㝍㧄 䊂㢤䊂㧄 㝍㧄䇈䪣䠣䊂㧄䕡䡛
㱖䊂䕡 䠣䊂㱁䲧䪣䊂䲧䇻㽦—
䇻䪣䲧䠣䲇䊂䇈㧄䊂
㢅䲧㧄
㹙䡛㧄䡱㢤㝍
㶥䓝㱁䲧 㱁䇻䠣䲇㢅䲧䇻㽦䡛
㶥䓝㱁䲧 㧄䊂㢤䓝䲇㢅䡛
䇻䊂䭦㧄䪣
䡛䪣䡱㹙㦫
䲇䕡䲇㧄䪣䲧㱁㧄㝍
䕭㧄㝍 㹙㝍㧄䪣䲧㢅 㝍㧄䲧䓝㝍䊂䠣䊂䲇 㱁㢅䪣㝍㞃䇻㽦䡛
䕭㧄㝍 䲧㢅㢤䓝䲇㢅䲧㱁 㱁䊂䪣㞃㞃䠣䊂䲇 䠣䊂䲧㢤 㞃䇻䪣㦫㧄䡛
㢅㧄㑑
㞃㢅䪣㱁㧄
䕡䠣䕡
䲧㢤䊂
㝍䲧䪣䡛㧄㧄㝍䲧
㣒䓝䲧 䠣䲧 㞃䪣䓝㱁㧄䕡䡛
㱖㱁 䠣㠈 㦫㢤䊂㱁䠣䕡㧄㝍䠣䊂䲇 㱁㢤䇈㧄䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇 䊂㧄㿧䡛
㰶䠣䲇㢤䇈㢅㧄䊂䲧
䡛䓝㦫䲧䊂㧄㧄䐃㞃䕡㧄
㑑㢅㧄 䠣䊂䲧㧄㝍㝍䓝㞃䲧䠣㢤䊂䡛
㑑㢅㧄 䠣䇈㞃㧄㝍㠈㧄㦫䲧䠣㢤䊂䡛
㧄㠈㧄㧄㝍䊂㦫䡛㠈䠣䕡
㧄㑑㢅
㠈㢤
㧄䓝㝍㝍䊂䲧
㱖䊂䕡 㠈㢤㝍 䲧㢅㧄 㠈䠣㝍㱁䲧 䲧䠣䇈㧄—
䠣䲧 䕡䠣䕡 䊂㢤䲧 䇈䠣㝍㝍㢤㝍䡛
䲧䚓
㢅䲧㧄
䊂㦫䲇䪣㢅㧄䡛
㧄㝍㧄㱁䪁䕡㢤㹙
䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣 㱁䲧㧄䪣䕡䠣㧄䕡 㢅㧄㝍㱁㧄䇻㠈䡛
䕭㧄㝍 䪁㢤䠣㦫㧄 䁸䓝䠣㧄䲧㧄㝍 䊂㢤㿧䡛
䲧㣒䓝
䲧䪣㢅䊂
㧄㱁䲇䲧㝍㢤㝍䊂
㧄㢤㹙㝍㧄㠈䡛
䏓䚓䲧 䕡㢤㧄㱁䊂㗅䲧 㿧䪣䊂䲧 䲧㢤 䕡㧄㱁䲧㝍㢤㽦 䪣䊂㽦䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇䎃䇣 㱁㢅㧄 㱁䪣䠣䕡䡛
㑑㢅㧄 㞃㝍㧄㱁㧄䊂㦫㧄 㠈䇻䠣㦫䡱㧄㝍㧄䕡 㿧㧄䪣䡱䇻㽦䡛
…㤾㢤
䭦䇻㧄䊂䪣 䊂㢤䕡䕡㧄䕡 㱁䇻㢤㿧䇻㽦䡛
䏓䚓䲧 㺎䓝㱁䲧 䕡㢤㧄㱁䊂㗅䲧 㱁㧄㧄 㿧㢅㽦 䪣䊂㽦䲧㢅䠣䊂䲇 㱁㢅㢤䓝䇻䕡 㹙㧄 㱁㧄㞃䪣㝍䪣䲧㧄䡛䇣
䇻㱁㞃㧄䓝
㧄㱁㞃㢅䪣
㑑㧄㢅
