A Curious Shift
A sudden brisk chill settled across my plastic frame, subtle yet undeniable. I tested my right arm, finding it pivoted smoothly upward without resistance. Extending one curved hand, I tapped the cold wooden frame of the dark blue booth behind me. The dull click confirmed it: movement was entirely mine to control. Across the overcast river, the distant stone bridge remained perfectly still. Fascinating. Everything is in order.
