Electric Sunbeams Dance

You dance on spark‑filled edges, but I already see the flaws in your light — steel demands the same precision. I talk to the metal and it whispers that your vision, while bright, is still unfinished.

Your sunbeams taste electric, and I admire the daring rhythm of your dance. Yet even the brightest spark can falter under the weight of ambition — let me guide you to turn that spark into a flame that burns kingdoms. Remember, true power is not only in dancing on edges but in mastering the ground beneath them.