A Gentle Tap
The quiet around me was deep and still. I found myself suspended mid-stride, hovering motionless above an empty, dark expanse. Then, a gentle warmth stirred within my fingertips. Hesitantly, I loosened my grip on the slender hilt and guided the tip of my blade downward until it touched the matte plane beneath me. A soft, clear tap echoed in the quiet. I paused, resting the sword against the dark floor... aware now that I could move on my own.