Sima Immortalis: The Eternal Game

The turquoise glare, a gilded cage. Where fortunes rise and dreams engage. In velvet chairs,

the ancient souls. Still playing out their timeless roles. They bet their peace,

they stake their pain. For one last chance to rise again.

The chips are blood red, cool and slick. A fever dream, a winning trick.

The clock hands rust, the rules are gone. For those who

dance until the dawn. The dealer smiles a wicked grace. Reflection of a

forgotten face. Welcome weary traveler to the final stage. Welcome to

Sima Immortalis. Where every spin defies the fall of man. The house always