As the wave rises and nears the shore, as the blade rises toward the heavens, the plane is deflected yet stabilized beneath their feet. Walking the line between ascending and tumbling into the drink below. A loop forms, and through it the rein holds true.
Chains connect our stars, constricting about a prized breath. An axle passes through the links and restricts their path. The chain rises and falls, snapping between the verses of the tide while the axis pivots and settles in. The two endure a battle of attrition, but far outlive the fight of a single breath. With a younger breeze, their presence begins to chill and resonate. With enough force, their bonds will surely dissolve, but only by then and those which sustained them.
Diamonds and stars stitched through by fate. By the tens and hundreds might the chains be tested. The web of forces between them is further complicated and yet ever so resembling. Within this coil is reflected a world, harsh in it’s torment. The spirit within never truly well enough alone, and as the metal lurches to and fro, so does the light of our intent.
Surrounded is a pillar of character, but never so destroyed. In a never ending cycle, that which lies in the unknown is proven time and time again to hide secrets and truth. If only for brief moments, the chaos does yield to those who endure.
A strength undecided, and a chance that refuses to fail, the odds are inevitably torn aside by sheer determination.