He holds him like a planet holding on to his satellite, one so beautiful with an irregular orbit. He latches on to him desperately, with all his might and gravity, and yet he moves so unpredictably.

He tries to keep him close, the Himalia to his Jupiter--but she continuously changes and so does he; without warning, certainly without any explanation. He could only watch him from a distance with arms outstretched, begging him please please do not stray too far.

But he is a mystery that refuses to be solved. And he can only watch as he gravitates around him--sometimes nearby, sometimes far far away...

But never apart.

It's been months since I updated and I only wrote nonsense.

What is this prompt.