A Gentle Adjustment

I blinked into focus against the deep blue expanse. Everything felt quiet, formal, and still. With a steady breath, I carefully tilted my head to test my balance. A soft rustle brushed past my cheek—the tassel hanging beside my cap had begun to sway. Raising my hand, I gently caught the fine threads between my plush fingers, feeling their smooth texture. I released it with care, allowing it to hang straight once more, and smoothed the edge of my ceremonial sash. Standing upright and composed, I found myself quietly ready.