A Soft Note in the Dark

A gentle warmth stirred inside my chest. The shadows around me felt still as I lifted my chin and looked out into the quiet air. In my right hand, a solid shape rested quietly. I tested my joints, curling my fingers one by one around the handle of the microphone. It fit snugly into my grasp. With a soft breath, I let out a low, melodic hum into the stillness. The sound resonated clearly, steady and reassuring. I kept my grip firm, resting upright in the dim light, ready to share music whenever the quiet night called for it.