Chiaroscuro

They exist in a flowing rhythm, like breath and heartbeat woven together in motion. They lift each other, but something in the air disrupts them. The atmosphere shifts, weighing down their bodies, draining their energy. Some grow weak, while others are driven forward, carried by the raw power of frustration. The movements become more desperate. They try to resist, to return to the rhythm, but how do you stay afloat when the force that binds you together also pulls you apart?