11/1/11, repetition, etc.

action, launched upward higher, higher, until the chains of gravity bring the sphere hurtling downward. the sphere's reflective surface projects its surroundings onto itself, only danger. The sphere is destined to crash, bound and rebound, to be battered. The sphere is held in its cage by the sentinels; masters of this cruel prison. Their sole purpose is to confine its prisoner for as long as possible; conceivably an eternity. There is escape, but to reach it, the sentinels must be evaded, their unflappable vigilance renders escape all but hopeless. The sphere traverses the expanse of its dungeon for a lifetime, then, without warning the first  sentinel fails to thrust the sphere back into its cell, the second rushes into support, but only clips the twisting mirror. The mirror shines black as it descends through a void, the end is near, freedom, escape. Game Over.