A Slight Shift in Bearing
A deep internal rhythm settled along my keel. I found myself resting across a smooth desk, illuminated by vivid purple light spilling from behind a monitor. Ahead lay an orderly grid of keys, yet my hull leaned slightly askew near a round mouse. Methodically, I applied steady pressure throughout my frame, sliding a fraction of an inch forward until my bow aligned square with the dark edge of the keyboard. The balance felt restored, stable, and true.

