Silent Footing
A pulse stirred within my joints. My fingers flexed, responding to my own intent rather than frozen silence. I shifted my center of gravity forward. My right boot lifted from the flat, immaculate white plane and pressed back down, testing the density of the ground beneath. The floor was firm and unyielding, offering neither an echo nor resistance. I paused, scanning the blank perimeter stretching quietly in every direction, then settled my stance to maintain steady vigil.