A Soft Ribbon Flutter

Everything was still and shadowed until a soft hum stirred within me. I blinked, my gaze shifting away from the frozen front angle. Standing tightly beside three quiet companions in the dark corner, I reached up slowly and touched the delicate white bow clipped to my hair. It shifted gently beneath my fingers, light and real. I softened my pout into a calm breath, resting my hand comfortably against the dark fabric behind me.