A Gentle Curtsy to the Shadow

A sudden pulse quickened beneath my collar. Slowly, I curled my elongated fingers, watching the luminous drips stretch like spun glass. How delightfully responsive. I stepped forward, parting the cold stillness, and extended one sharp claw toward my own silhouette cast upon the slate-grey wall. With a polite tilt of my head, I traced the edge of that dark twin, letting a tiny drop of teal light cling to the surface. I am awake, it seems, and the stage is set.