A Still Awakening

The low hum from the illuminated screen filled the room with a steady rhythm. I waited, listening carefully until the sound felt familiar. Then, with quiet patience, I tested the tension in my ears. One of them lifted, slow and deliberate. Beside me, a tall figure with blue hair stood completely motionless under the screen's glow. I shifted my weight forward and reached out, letting soft fabric press against the cool, smooth edge of the figure. It remained still, but I could feel my own movement. I settled back, content to observe.