There are those who seek to bend the balance so that they may be seen amidst the raging water. Those hollow hearts with their concave smiles, creating rifts that turn into whirlpools; they steal the breath from the trusted few so that they may remain beneath the surface. But they are powerless against the tide. For there are mightier forces that bend to balance the discordant. They are the silent guardians of the sacred harmony. And they will steady your swells into glass.