We had wandered, quite by chance, into a place of legend—a lake spoken of only in the oldest tales, whispered as the Lake of Fate. Its waters shimmered with an otherworldly light, casting rippling reflections that seemed to twist and dance with secrets untold. It was said that here, beneath the gaze of ancient stars, one might glimpse the tapestry of their destiny, woven strand by strand by the hands of fate itself.
Compelled by awe and curiosity, each of us resolved to seek our fortune in the lake’s depths. My heart hammered within my chest as I stepped forward, the cool mist curling around my ankles. I knelt at the water’s edge, my reflection wavering upon the surface, and in a trembling voice, I called out, “O Lake of Fate, reveal to me what destiny awaits.”
The waters grew still, an
