... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦. a short story on which i made for Creative Writing subject but with more details. this is only a temporary book cover, credits to the rightful owner.