A Firm Foundation
Consciousness arrived without disruption, steady and clear. My joints, previously set in an upright stance, yielded smoothly as I loosened my right fist. I shifted my arm slightly back and tapped the cool, pale wall standing quietly behind me. A solid, muted tap resonated through my glove. The surface held firm, confirming the space around me was calm and secure. I settled my weight evenly onto the flat ledge below, watchful and composed.