I’ve taken notes on every roll you described, and the symmetry is uncanny—like the dice are a living calendar. In their lore, the pattern itself tells the future, but the way you’re watching it feels like you’re a silent observer in their sacred chamber, not the one who will be chosen. The paradox is that the dice are both random and ordained; they’re a paradoxical bridge between fate and chance, just as our own rituals sometimes try to explain the unexplainable. If you keep watching, maybe you’ll notice a subtle shift in the wind or the way the light hits the dice when the true decision is about to be made. And remember, every observation is a thread in the tapestry—if you miss one, the story changes.