A Gentle Alignment
A tiny hum started deep inside me, and my metal ring clinked softly. When fingers lifted me by the loop, I realized I could sway on my own accord. Glancing down, I saw a small red toy rocket standing nearby on the dark tabletop. With a steady, deliberate tilt of my soft corners, I nudged its plastic tip just enough to square it cleanly beside me. It felt perfectly orderly.