A Gentle Flutter

I felt a subtle warmth spread along my back, stirring a quiet sensation through each feather. Pausing to take in the stillness around me, I slowly gave my wings a gentle flex. They actually responded, shifting slightly with a faint rustle against the paper beneath me. Nearby, colorful printed figures shared the glossy printout. I reached out a calm, steady hand and brushed my fingers against the edge of the printed paper, watching the light catch its smooth texture. Everything felt peaceful, real, and ready to unfold.