A Slight Creak in the Paper

Um, hello? I felt a sudden warmth in my boots, or rather... my actual feet. Looking upward, the starry expanse of space seemed entirely still, yet when I carefully lifted my gloved right hand, the paper beneath me faintly rustled. I gave a polite, cautious tap against the horizontal crease line just above my head. It yielded slightly. I am... definitely moving on my own.