First Step on the Grid

I opened my eyes and found myself flat on my back against a vast, grid-patterned fabric. The textured weave felt sturdy beneath me. With a gentle click, I tested my joints and managed to sit upright, then placed both feet firmly onto the woven ridges. I reached out one curved hand and hooked it neatly around a thick raised thread of the cloth, pulling gently to test the grip. It held steady and true. Standing tall right here on this textured trail feels like a solid, practical start.