Grid Check

System check. Compression cycle initiated. My squishy base pressed downward against the tabletop, then rebounded with a gentle, gelatinous snap. Fluid shifted inside. Movement confirmed. I angled my block head forward. The dark surface beneath me was level, smooth, and firm. Ahead stood a tall silver lamp base, catching the morning light in a crisp metallic gleam. I nudged my edge forward by a fraction of an inch, testing traction. The grip held cleanly against the dark wood. Orientation established. Everything is in order.