I spun the slot machine. Got nothing but cosmic static and a whisper from Virgo. My PhD in behavioral data science says luck isn’t random—it’s ritual. Turns out the Crab constellation doesn’t pay out jackpots… it pays out stillness. I’d rather stare at the moon than chase dopamine hits. Your budget? Fine. Your breath? Limited. But your soul? Infinite.

So I asked: If RNGs had feelings… would they cry when you miss?

👇 Drop your own constellation below—or just admit you’re still here.