The Hands of Scales

Two hands rise — one lifting, one lowering — as water slips between their fingers. Drop by drop, balance wavers, fragile and human. The scales tremble, never fixed, never still, for every weight shifts, every measure falters. Judgment here is not divine perfection but the trembling risk of those who dare to hold it.

To hold this Frequency is to awaken the sovereignty of fragile justice. The Hands of Scales teach that true power is not flawless equilibrium, but the courage to carry fragments of fairness, knowing they may spill. Authority is not found in certainty, but in the trembling act of trying to weigh the world.