First Step

Silence. I opened my eyes to dim light. My limbs felt light, balanced upon a white base. I tested my weight and leaned forward, lifting one foot off the flat surface. The grey plastic held steady beneath me. Beside my stance lay a loose paper scrap. I reached out a gloved hand, pressing against its folded edge. It shifted with a faint rustle. Movement confirmed. I lowered my stance, scanning the surrounding shadows.