Every choice leaves a ghost branch humming beside it.
Hover the paths and the unchosen world brightens, then drifts back into lavender probability.
seed: 확률, probability
The Chamber of Chances opens where nothing has happened yet, but every bead has already rehearsed its fall.
Common events gather into pale dunes. Rare ones spark magenta and vanish before certainty can name them.
Hover the paths and the unchosen world brightens, then drifts back into lavender probability.
A Bayesian mirror tilts through cyan glass, exchanging likelihood between two trembling knots.
They do not explain themselves. They flare in Rare Magenta, stamp a talisman, and leave a coin-edge crescent in the dark.
Release another bead and watch the pool rewrite its edge. The chamber never predicts; it listens to what chance becomes.