I visualized it in my mind. A complex whirl of lines and dots spinning at an incredible speed while maintaining perfect internal harmony.
The patterns formed, wavered, then collapsed. Again. The sphere required such precise visualization at such high speeds that maintaining it felt like trying to hold water in cupped hands, possible for moments, but eventually leaking through my fingers.
"Damn it." I opened my eyes, the sensation of the failed pattern lingering like an afterimage in my brain. My yo-yo lay beside me, a reminder of simpler patterns. I picked it up, letting it drop and rise in a steady rhythm while I contemplated my next attempt.
The third sphere's rotation seemed to require a specific cadence, a particular rhythm that I couldn't quite grasp. It wasn't just about speed, it was about the right amount of speed, the perfect frequency that would allow it to mesh with the other spheres without collision.
