I’m not a floor, I’m not a wall, I don’t play games, I don’t play ball. I’m always over everyone, Watching all the daily fun.

Guardians of the squint, they cloak the eyes like secret agents while taming the fiery orb's glare, turning bright days into cool mysteries.

Silent dancers on an overhead stage, swirling and twirling to keep the air in motion, cooling tempers and lifting spirits while staying out of sight.

Metallic guardians of alignment, they turn crooked paths into perfect rows. In their presence, smiles transform over time, revealing a gleaming testament to patience.

In the cave of shadows, this ancient thinker saw forms that danced beyond mere illusions, his dialogues still echo in academia's halls.