'Torsty's Sona

The sauna smelled of dry wood in a way that seemed to retain its warmth. It had a small front room with a low bed, where torsty had slept during previous island visits. The old man went into the sana itself and assembled kindling and wood into careful layers. Reluctantly, torsty got out of his way. He walked to the pier and looked out to the sea. As grandfather had predicted, the wind had picked up. So much would be lost when grandfather died, entire worlds. Torsty thought, he can't see the future, but maybe i show him. Remember, it can take us anywhere. so let's go to the future, a thousand