It turned, relentless and indifferent, the Wheel of Fortune spinning fortunes as it pleased. Luck, they learned, was not a lady but a landscape, ever shifting, ever turning beneath the wanderer’s weary feet.
Wheel — Each cycle was a revolution, each turn a lesson in the delicate dance of chaos and order, chance and destiny intertwined.
⸱ With each spin, destinies converged and diverged, the axis around which fate revolved, reminding all that fortune is both cruel and kind ⸱
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