"Tickets, please" said Milo, with a joyful look on his face.
"Iโm sorry, I don't have any," the little one replied.
"You... you don't have any? Why were you not collecting them?" Milo exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"I... I faded
$MMG," the little one stammered, panic in their voice.
Milo's eyes widened, his expression turning grave. "YOU DID WHAT????... Do you not know what's coming in September?"
The little one stood silent, seemingly unaware.
But Milo, on the other hand, never gave up hope.
And because of that, Milo's destiny was painted in countless riches.