Once upon a whirl, where numbers blend into endless possibilities, there lies the

"Jenny groaned softly; if only she had known the number needed wasn't on

some spinning wheel. But that day was different; she woke, not finding her footsteps

ending under the sunrise she always expected, but amidst the whispers of unspoken

sacrifices and decisions made under purely... not chance, perhaps, fate had

arranged itself in an unusual pattern. Just then, a voice cracked through the mystery:

"You will turn the wheel when the pansy blooms blue."