⚄ ⚅ ⚂ ⚃ ⚁ ⚄ 𓆩 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𓆪 They say fate never warns you before it changes your life. Once, deep inside a forgotten forest, there lived a girl who believed luck was something you could choose. Every night, she would lie beneath the roses and roll six red dice across her hair. She made one wish for every number. Love. Freedom. A long life. A beautiful ending. But there was one die she never touched. An old black die, hidden beneath the roots of a dead tree. The elders called it the Last Die. They said it had no numbers. Only a promise. One evening, she finally reached for it. The moment it touched her palm, the forest became completely silent. The roses stopped moving. The birds disappeared. And something beneath her hair slowly closed its fingers around her hand. She looked down. A skeleton was holding her wrist. Yet she did not scream. Because in its palm was a single red rose. And beside it, the Last Die. She rolled it. It landed softly against her cheek. There was no number. Only her name. And from that night on, no one ever saw the girl again. But every spring, six red roses bloom in the place where she disappeared. And sometimes... if you listen closely, you can hear dice rolling beneath them. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ The 21st page of Forgotten Legends. 🥀