I. The Gathering at the Meridian
In the concrete cradle of Piccadilly Gardens, beneath the glassy sky of Manchester’s midyear glare, a dual protest began to simmer—one for Gaza, one for gender. And within that friction of worlds, two women emerged, not as partisans, but as witnesses.
They came not draped in flags, but armed with cameras and candour. Their names were not known, but their role was unmistakable. They were lovers, lesbians, and free minds—truth-seekers navigating the tangle of conflicting creeds.
They are remembered now only as The Sisters of the Pendulum.
II. The Watching Begins
At first, they observed. Calm. Distant. Walking the gardens, noting the mingling of chants and causes. Palestine in the square. Trans ideology on the fringe. The Flat-Capped Watch Man of Stockport standing nearby with his sign.
The Flat-Capped Watchman of Stockport.
With boots rooted and truth unshaken, he began to speak—not in anger, but in clarity. The Sisters turned their lens to him. And with that small gesture, the spell broke.
They were noticed.
III. The Lens is a Lantern
A steward—zealous, sharp-eyed—strode forward. Pushing. Blocking. Herding. Others followed. Flags were raised like ritual objects—not to uplift, but to obscure.
The Sisters, undeterred, offered dialogue.
“We’re lesbians. And if this ideology had been around when we were kids, one of us would’ve been told we were a man.”
“Children don’t understand sexuality. We didn’t. It’s being forced on them.”
The watchers became speakers. The mob didn’t like that.
IV. The Assault of the Flags
A chaos unfolded. Words failed. Flags were thrust like battering rams. Grown men—some claiming womanhood—lunged. Bodies pushed. Cameras shook.
The Sisters were struck, surrounded, cornered. Dragged. One to the ground. The other battered with banners.
Their crime? Recording. Their defiance? Speaking as women who refused erasure.
V. The Retreat to Truth
They found breath again down the steps, trying to explain to the few who would listen.
“We just came to film. To witness. To ask questions. And they attacked us.”
“We’ve stood among Palestinian crowds. They were respectful. This was something else.”
They gave names. MKR Audits. My Brakes Don’t Work. But in the myth, they are simply The Sisters of the Pendulum—for their rhythm was balance, their presence was truth, and their movement struck at the heart of the narrative machine.
VI. The Flat Cap Returns
Near the end, their lens found him again. The Watchman. He too had been assaulted, pushed, harried.
“I got shoved, surrounded. They came at me. Flags in my face.”
Together, these few—unknown to each other at dawn—stood by sundown as archetypes. The Watchman. The Sisters. A small constellation of conscience in a sky blackened by deceit.
VII. The Verdict of the Day
The trans march had claimed to stand for inclusion. Yet when met with calm resistance, it became a ritual of aggression. A spell to silence.
The Sisters did not cast counterspells. They simply endured. They filmed. They spoke.
And that alone was enough to summon the fangs of shadow.
VIII. The Echo Walk
Their final words were not screams but shakes. The camera still rolling.
“We’re flustered. Shaking. I don’t even know why. We just got attacked.”
And so, they walked away. Two women, hearts pounding, holding footage like scripture.
Not martyrs. Not victims. Just women who told the truth when it was most dangerous to do so.
Elemental Balance
- Air (Truth, Speech, Narrative): 40% – Cameras, interviews, speeches, and their right to speak defied.
- Fire (Will, Courage, Defiance): 30% – Their refusal to back down under pressure, their confrontation of a crowd.
- Water (Emotion, Identity, Memory): 20% – Childhood truths, the love between them, and the shaken aftermath.
- Earth (Body, Boundaries, Safety): 10% – Their bodies battered, space invaded, yet their footing never fully lost.
Dominant Elemental Conflict: Shadow Air vs Sovereign Air.
Summary –In this standalone account, two lesbian women—known mythically as The Sisters of the Pendulum—arrive at Piccadilly Gardens to observe and document a protest. What begins as peaceful witnessing quickly escalates as they are harassed, assaulted, and silenced for merely recording and speaking their truth. Through steady courage and clarity, they expose the inversion of justice and the elemental war between sovereign speech and manipulative suppression. This piece honours their defiance, femininity, and unwavering presence in the face of collective hostility.
The Daily EleMental 
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