LUCK.

You wake up slowly, blinking against the morning light that pours through the slats, creating subtle patterns across the room. The bed is comfortable, and your body is heavy with sleep. For a moment, you lie still, letting the peace of early morning wash over you. As you sit up, a strange whisper flits through your mind... "You've been granted authority... Ask, and you shall receive." You pause, unsure if you heard anything at all, the words fading like an echo of a dream. You rub your eyes and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, ready for a normal day. The usual motions follow—stretching, moving into the kitchen, reaching for a cup. Everything feels routine, but small details stand out. The coffee machine turns on just before you press the button. A nudge of luck, maybe? You dismiss it, until the perfect breakfast appears, arranged as if waiting for you. As you stand before the meal, you begin to sense something more—like fate's invisible hand at play.