Eight-ball
In a land of shadows and mysteries, a black sphere lay, full of secrets. It held the power to tell the future, but its answers always seemed to confuse her.
As she held it in her trembling hand, she asked it questions, seeking answers. But all it gave were cryptic phrases, leaving her unsure and full of doubt.
She shook it fiercely, begging for clarity, but its responses remained enigmatic. A never-ending spiral of confusion, as she searched for truth within its depths.
As the darkness closed in around her, she realized the futility of her quest. For the magic sphere was a fickle thing, and its answers were not to be trusted.
And so she cast it aside, a cursed object, best left untouched. For in its depths lay only madness, and those who sought its wisdom... were doomed.
