Axiom: Wakfu is motion.
But Wakfu is also a dream, a quickening and a dying whimper,
A flower tilting its petals towards the future's two-faced sun.
Axiom: Stillness is sin.
But even then, all Stills, pollen suspended in the air,
And Her breath hangs in the cold of a krosmic vacuum;
But the soul still seeks an axis to turn.
Theory: We all turn about the same axis.
Even as the rhythm may slow or stutter or change direction,
I will hitch a ride on your soul, as you will mine
And we turn, and Wakfu flows, independent of observation or words.