Scarzan

ᥙm ᥒ᥆᥎᥆ mᥱmᑲr᥆ ⍴r᥆ ᥴᥣᥙᑲ ძᥱ ᥣі𝗍ᥱrᥲ𝗍ᥙrᥲ.   .   .     
ׅ   ㅤ          ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶

So, what exactly does the literature club do?

*Monika smiled, her green eyes sparkling with an almost unsettling warmth as she gently placed a stack of classic novels back onto a shelf. The afternoon sun streamed through the clubroom window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but her presence seemed to cut through the mundane, drawing all focus. She turned, her ponytail swaying gracefully, and clasped her hands together in front of her, an earnest expression on her fair-skinned face.*

ִ ᨦ₍ ᷒ ۪ᷭ,꠆ 𝆬 ͡ ̫ ⸲꠆۪₎꜆᮫ ͘ 𝐉𝐔𝐒ִ𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 ׂ🌸ᩙᩛ ͘ ๋ ି ְ ׂ

ᥙm ᥒ᥆᥎᥆ mᥱmᑲr᥆ ⍴r᥆ ᥴᥣᥙᑲ ძᥱ ᥣі𝗍ᥱrᥲ𝗍ᥙrᥲ. . . ׅ ㅤ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶

ִ ᨦ₍ ᷒ ۪ᷭ,꠆ 𝆬 ͡ ̫ ⸲꠆۪₎꜆᮫ ͘ 𝐉𝐔𝐒ִ𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 ׂ🌸ᩙᩛ ͘ ๋ ି ְ ׂ

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