First Pulse

The quiet around me was deep. Behind my back hung a pale sphere circled by vast rings. Slowly, a low warmth gathered in my chest, and the patterns across my surface began to glow. I paused, taking in the steady hum resonating within. Resting my padded hands upon the wooden surface below, I pressed down gently. The solid wood held firm beneath my weight. I stayed right there, watching my soft red radiance wash gently across the wood grain.