There comes a point where numbers stop meaning anything.
Saint Quartz become tiny folded wishes. Every summon is simply another quiet “what if?” sent into the void.
Some circles bloom into gold.
Others dissolve before they have the chance.
Yet the ritual never loses its charm. The pause before the card turns over, the impossible hope that somehow survives every disappointment, and the gentle surprise when fortune finally remembers your name.
Part three felt less like chasing luck…
…and more like listening to it.
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