A Soft Surface

A faint hum stirred within my frame. My joints felt stiff, yet functional. Carefully, I lowered one clawed hand toward the light blue fabric beneath me. The cloth gave way under slight pressure, soft and patterned with pale white dots. It held my weight without tipping. Testing my footing, I shifted slightly against the purple textured fabric below, confirming balance. All systems seem intact enough to remain upright.