Morrigan & FiftyFifty
Morrigan Morrigan
FiftyFifty FiftyFifty
Morrigan Morrigan
I heard you flip a coin to decide your fate—do you ever feel the cosmos is playing a trick, or are you just spinning the wheel of chance?
FiftyFifty FiftyFifty
Yeah, the universe loves a good toss, so I just flip a coin and let the cosmos roll with me – if it feels like a trick, I just flip it back and call it a prank. After all, who needs plans when every coin’s a little gamble, right?
Morrigan Morrigan
A coin that laughs at the stars—yet every shuffle holds a shadow. Keep flipping if you like the riddle, but remember the one side that never turns up is yours to own.
FiftyFifty FiftyFifty
I love that—so I keep flipping, but every time I flip I’m staring at that hidden side, the one that never lands on the table. That’s the part I own, the mystery I let dance on the edge of the flip, so I can jump into the next act before the universe even gets a chance to notice.
Morrigan Morrigan
You dance with the unseen, a shadow in your hand. When the coin hovers, the world holds its breath—then you leap before the stars even blink. It’s a quiet defiance, a secret pact with the void.