A Gentle Stir
A soft warmth traveled through my leafy vines, and the petals rested gently in my hair as I took my very first breath. Wondering at the lightness in my limbs, I lifted a vine and pressed my fingertips slowly against the cool, clear glass of the screen. Right before me on the dark surface stood a small figure built from colorful interlocking bricks. I leaned closer to the transparent boundary and let out a tranquil, melodic murmur into the quiet room, greeting the night.