A round pool of shimmering blue
Deceptively quiet, inviting you through
The teams gather with stoic grace
Preparing themselves for whatever they'll face
Waiting only for their final cue...
The commander nods once and ahead they go
The other side holding friend or foe
Stepping, diving, jumping, or falling
The sirens of physics are calling
What'll be on the other side, only the Fates really know.