minimalism is key

Suspended in time many of them sit

precariously placed upon a precipice

Quiet because the slightest disturbance may break the glass
A passerby could nudge and all would fall
Their world would shake
Tremble
and cease to be at all

For in the figurines you see
It is you and me
With no abilities
To shield ourselves from any blows
That may leave us tipped and chipped

Or simply shattered on the floor