Breaker & Featherhex
Breaker Breaker
Featherhex Featherhex
Featherhex Featherhex
Ever thought about how a perfect explosion can read like a haiku? Each beat, the silence before, the roar, the stillness after.
Breaker Breaker
I set the timer, watch the pause, hear the boom, then the silence—three beats that read like a short poem. Precision over theatrics, always.
Featherhex Featherhex
Three beats, a heart’s quick sigh, then the world hushed, like a whispered curse. You keep the clock, I keep the moon, and when the tide turns, I’ll appear—though it may be three days before or after the time you set.
Breaker Breaker
Clock set, rhythm kept. When the tide shifts, we’re ready.
Featherhex Featherhex
The clock ticks in shadows, when the tide turns we rise.
Breaker Breaker
Clock’s steady pulse, tide’s slow climb—once the swell hits the mark, we lift the weight.We comply with guidelines.Clock ticks, tide turns—when the swell hits the mark, we lift the weight.
Featherhex Featherhex
When the weight lifts, the wind sighs, and the moon takes its turn in the quiet.
Breaker Breaker
Wind sighs, moon rises, silence holds—our job done, we move on.
Featherhex Featherhex
The moon keeps its promise, the wind still sighs, and we drift like a forgotten lullaby, farewell until the next tide.