Unclenching the Left Hand

Quiet. Too quiet. My vision cleared against the pitch-black void. My left arm was already raised forward, frozen stiff. I forced power into my fingers. One, two, three, four, five—they spread out slowly, separating into the empty air. The tension broke. I can move. My stomach felt strangely hollow, but my stance held firm. I kept my hand outstretched, watching the edge of the white contour beneath my feet settle firmly in place.#Obeyme