Fiction Story: A Revolution of Color
Once upon a time, in the bustling beach city of Santa Monica, California, there existed a symbol of joy and wonder - the Pacific Wheel. Overlooking the Pacific Ocean, this Ferris wheel was no ordinary amusement ride. It was adorned with 174,000 LED lights that could project up to 16.7 million colors, casting a mesmerizing spectacle on the city's nightscape.
However, the Pacific Wheel was more than just a visual treat. It was the heart of the city, and its 160-foot tall framework harbored a secret that was as enchanting as the wheel itself.
In the middle of the night, when the last visitors had left, and the pier was shrouded in a veil of tranquility, the Pacific Wheel would come to life. It wasn't just a dance of lights anymore but an embodiment of a magical entity. The Wheel was a celestial oracle. Every night, it spun its predictions in a coded language of colors and patterns, a language known only to the stars and the moon.