lubnathetruequeen
Killed by a god. Reincarnated by chance.
Given one final opportunity, I was allowed to spin the Wheel of Fate three times.
Each spin carved a piece of my destiny: the world I'd enter, the form I'd take, and the power I'd wield.
Now, thrown into a world ruled by constellations and collapsing scenarios, I'm forced to play along-while struggling to hold onto what little of "me" is left.
But in this story, even sanity can be rewritten.
And the real question is:
Did I spin the wheels... or did they spin me?