There once was a star that refused to spin.
It believed if it stood still, it could escape fate.
So it anchored itself—burning bright, unmoving.
But the sky turned anyway.
And so did everything else.
The Wheel of Inevitability is not cruel.
It simply is.
A turning of events. A cycle of return. A spiral that begins where it ends.
You can fight it.
Shape yourself anew.
Break your chains, rewrite your story, scream into the void.
And still, the Wheel turns.
Those who love deeply still lose.
Those who run still arrive.
Those who change still bleed.
And the more one resists, the louder the Wheel sings.
It is not punishment.
It is not destiny.
It is the thread that pulls when all others snap.
For all things end.
And all things begin again.
The Wheel does not ask for understanding.
Only surrender.