I used to think slots were just RNG chaos… until I sat alone at midnight sipping cacao, listening to the Golden Serpent hum my name. Free spins? Not bonuses—they’re temple rites. RTP of 96%? That’s prayer in decimal form. I don’t chase jackpots—I wait for dawn like an archaeologist decoding glyphs. What did you find in the Temple? (Hint: It wasn’t luck. It was rhythm. And yes—you chose it when empty-handed.)