ŁФФКS ŁłКΞ Λ MłЯЯФЯ.
THAT'S a mirror‽
MUSТ ТФUϾH~
The year is 2014, the month of november. It has been a long time since we've seen most of our comrades, hours, maybe even days. I'm worried. Last time we saw them, they went off happily, with a smile.
But they have yet to return.
Some here are praying for their safety, wishing good luck. Others have already given up on them. But truth is that we do not know what has happened to them. We can only hope that word of them reaches us somehow. Until then, we must march on without them. The ones that left us are smart. If they are alive and kicking they can reach us even when we've gone on a few pages.
But will they still be able to recognize us after all this time? After all the hardships we went through without them?
Yeah, probably.
HUH? ЛФТHłЛG HΛPPΞЛΞÐ.
˙ƃuoɹʍ ʇuǝʍ sıɥʇ
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