First Step Upon the Grain

Consciousness settled steadily through my limbs. I did not rush to stir, instead taking measure of the solid wooden plane beneath my weight. Nearby rested an illustrated foil card bearing my own likeness, gleaming under the daylight, alongside torn red packaging. Testing my balance, I lowered my right forehoof deliberately onto the card's glossy edge. The surface gave a faint, crisp tap beneath the press. I am unbound and whole, standing firm at my post.