I’m not dead, but I got swallowed by Conworkshop and spent most of my conlang development on there for the past half a year. So here’s a ramble in my conlang Skausa (Syķausa /sʊǃaʊsɐ/).
Aļyv kau kisyk ilhegysaci da ìć ić naky ić irhenky. Ać dhaćy Foķulha, ić nuim. En ilhegys cái, ić erhilhe. Ne, dhelhy Na váļehu ić naky en ilhegysaci da ìć kau. Alhyćy… horhysys ić hòq naky. Ić hòq rhala…
Em ćym carhi, syirha hòq tulhahedh, e ćym heyćyq ćym dhaļatdas. Dhaļatdas ić hòq tulha. Daļa mesy ghaća, e fiydaļa òn kheòq.
Rough IPA Estimation and Translation Below the Cut
I wish I could burn the fear out of me. My Lady Foķulha, I’m thankful. And fear is necessary, I understand. But, I hope She is merciful and burns the fear out of me. Oh… I really want to sleep. I’m so tired…
In our culture, nature is very valued, and our gods are our world. I value the gods very much. They provide all, and one* is responsible for All.