reducing imperfection
tumbling down from the heavens, she sculpts a path for herself in the immovable sky,
eroding every doubt with careful choreography, memorizing one hundred ways to fall.
navigating the air, pirouetting like a ballerina, her timing is impeccable as otherwise
the torrents of flashing steel will slice her into ribbons, sparing not even her shadow.
excellence is a requirement for survival.
(no one clings to life as tightly as Tenten.)
