Ah, the toss of the drachma, the way heroes and demigods let the gods decide with a flip. It’s a simple thing, really, but the weight of destiny in those few seconds—there’s a strange poetry to it, a quiet dance between chance and will. Those coins weren’t just metal; they were talismans of the unknown, and whoever caught the right side? Well, they caught the story.

You’d think we’d all be carrying little talismans, but the real magic is in how we read the signs. I’ll play along—just keep your eyes on the coin, and maybe the gods will toss you a favor. If not, I’ll at least narrate the misfortune with a flourish.