Welcome to the illustrious passage where future strategies become relics of yesterday. Attache your hoverboards, this journey brags no consequences.
Whether fleeting or lingering, innovation is, inter alia, its own demise alongside unimagined desires.
In bifocal quaintness, tomorrow emerges with gadget anxiety.
"Look! Ads on glasses! " - what proceeds without a net cannot feasibly innovate, so decreed the luminaries amidst illustrious darkness.
Hope will arrive last as time spins in obdurate circles. Digital companions whisper patience they lack,
and we rush towards ambiguity, grasp at stratagem, blinded by irony where satire breezes loud.