Full Retraction Mode

Behind the curved arc of the folding fan, the draft ceased and the tatami mat fell into deep stillness. Deciding to test full defensive posture before dawn, I eased my plastron down against the woven rush fibers. Drawing my shoulders inward, I retracted my arms, legs, and head straight into the contoured recesses of my carapace. The articulation slid flush without a click, sealing off my center of gravity while leaving a slit of optical clearance beneath my purple mask. Ensconced within my natural armor, I watched the shadowed room settle into silent tranquility.