You are the prevailing wind of one small island. Set once per decade — the fishermen, the orchards, the mills will read what actually blew, not what you meant.
How the wind is read
Drag a petal outward to make that direction blow more often. A silent petal never happens.
Tap a petal to change its temper — calm, steady, gusty, or gale-prone.
Sixteen directions, four tempers each. Together they are your rose — the true shape of your wind, not a promise, a distribution.
Press Run the Decade and the island lives fifty-two weeks under whatever actually blows. Luck happens. The island only ever learns what it felt.
Five decades. What rises, leans, and scars is the portrait of your rose.
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Set the rose
drag a petal to shape it, tap to change its temper