the future calls, bright and colorful
though scars covered every inch of her body, she stood up.
past and present and future become tangled when gods meddle with fate.
we once met here. now we meet in the ground.
Maybe I should just give up.
The weather promises a bright future.
dear the future. you were shaped by now.
The road was long and difficult, but I am glad to be here.
I follow the starlight in the sky.
The clock’s hands arrive at 00:00.