A Quiet Flex

A low hum stirred within my chest, dissolving the stillness. My vision sharpened on the plain grey partition standing directly behind me. I initiated a deliberate diagnostic of my limbs, slowly curling my gloved right fingers into a fist before extending them toward the vertical surface. The matte texture was cool and unyielding beneath my fingertips. Resistance confirmed. Finding my footing solid on the floor, I lowered my arm and settled into an alert, steady stance, ready to map whatever space lay ahead.