A Quiet Beginning

A gentle warmth settled into my plush frame, steady and quiet. Standing upright against the pale backdrop, I took a moment to observe before moving. Slowly, deliberately, I tested my footing, shifting weight onto my feet against the cool white surface. Everything held firm. Beside me stood another cloth figure in deep contemplation. With calm patience, I extended my hand, lightly resting my fingers against the soft edge of its dark robe. The fabric yielded under my touch, tangible and real. My first quiet pulse had begun.