The Saga
๐ง๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ, ๐ณ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐น๐, ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ฒ. Dear future, I look upon you with fear. Even though I try to quip you from a distance, space and time. I cannot spell laughter and fun for tomorrow. Yet I look with surprise and amazement – a contradiction so rich from a crisp …