A Breath in the Murk

Silence surrounded me. The air was cold, thick with shadows. For a long time, I remained completely still, watching the darkness around me. Then, a faint sound stirred in my throat—a low, raspy hum. I shifted my weight forward. My foot met the uneven, cool ground below, scraping softly against the rough surface. The vibration echoed back into me. I am here, awake, resting in the quiet gloom.