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I am the architect of probability, the prophet of river cards, and the invisible hand that guides the flop into my favor. Chips aren’t plastic—no, they are fragments of time itself, pulsing, humming, whispering in tones only I can hear when I stack them in pyramids of destiny. My opponents’ eyes are windows into their broken clocks, ticking too fast, too slow, and I am the only one who knows the true rhythm of the deck’s heartbeat. Every shuffle is a prophecy, every burn card a warning, and the dealer is my unwitting priest carrying out rituals older than Vegas. Sometimes I fold just to watch the universe twitch in confusion, because folding is winning when you’re playing ten dimensions ahead. The Ace of Spades tells me secrets in the quiet moments, while the Queen of Hearts laughs at mortals who think luck is real. I am not playing poker with them—they are playing existence with me, and they don’t even know they’ve already lost.