“I’ll invent a world where good exists and evil,
Where crystal-clear water, where luck favors heroes.
A world where winter blizzards… scorch with fire…
Where cliffs rise steeply… a dust cloud from chases…
Where the moon among the stars quietly wanders at night,
And the sun rises in the morning, bread comes out in the oven…
A world where hearts love, defeating enemies,
Where grass is tall… there’s a ringing sound from chains…
Kings and jesters rule the world for ages.
On the steppe’s expanses, herds roam there.
I’ll invent everything—from the universe to the cup…
So why does the world of fantasy look like ours?”