Nothing happens for a reason...
The dice are cast, the stars misheard,
Yet we weave fate from random word.
Chaos hums, but we make songs,
Painting purpose where none belongs.
Ultimately, each hand crafts fate to grasp control.
The dice are cast, the stars misheard,
Yet we weave fate from random word.
Chaos hums, but we make songs,
Painting purpose where none belongs.
Ultimately, each hand crafts fate to grasp control.
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