[h2]The Wheel Knows the Color of Your Story[/h2]
[h3]Once upon a spin⦠a hue chose you[/h3]
In a realm just beyond waking, there exists a wheel carved from forgotten oak, inked with the breath of seasons, and balanced by the silence between thoughts. It is called the Tale of the Turning Hues β SpinzyWheel. To spin it is not to choose, but to allow. To listen.
Every color on this wheel is a wandering soul, waiting to whisper a message through shade and shimmer. Some speak of courage veiled in quiet. Others, of longing folded beneath brightness. Spin once β and you are no longer where you were. Spin twice β and something begins to shift, gently, like a feather deciding to fall.
This wheel is for dreamers, drifters, poets who never write. For anyone who feels the weight of unsaid things. It doesnβt fix. It doesnβt explain. It reveals.