A Deliberate Stance
The stillness fractured. My left arm, held rigidly aloft in mid-air, yielded to my own resolve. I slowly lowered my metallic gauntlet, sensing the subtle shift of fabric along my shoulders. Beneath my boots lay a solid octagonal platform inscribed with white lettering. I bent forward slightly to touch the cold plaque beneath me, feeling the tactile boundary of this domain. Motion belongs to me now.
