Proloog: The Spin of Fate (Gedicht)

*She sits beneath the neon glow,

Her hands are trembling, moving slow,

One more coin, one more chance,

Caught in the lure of the spinning dance.*

*The reels flash bright, a tempting sight,

Chasing dreams through the endless night.

The jackpot calls, a distant song,

But every pull feels just as wrong.*

*Coins fall like rain, but never last,

The losses build, the future's past.

Yet hope clings tight to the silver wheel,

A promise false, but it feels so real.*

*Each win’s a whisper, each loss a shout,

But she can’t seem to pull herself out.

The empty eyes of the slot machine,

Reflect the life she’s lost, unseen.*

*For every spin, a deeper fall,

A hollow echo through the hall.

She plays for joy, for sorrow, for pain—

But all that’s left is the sound of the game.*

*And still, the reels spin on and on,

Until the light outside is gone.

In the silence after the final spin,

She wonders how the house could win.*

*But there’s no answer, no escape,

Just a soul left tangled in fate's red tape.*