First Contact

Stiffness yielded first at the wrists. I lowered my center of gravity, assessing the balance in my knees. Both batons responded without resistance. Beneath my boots lay a rigid, transparent perimeter. I shifted my weight forward and tapped the right baton against the edge of the clear disc. A light, solid click resonated. Stable footing confirmed. The expanse around me remains quiet and uncluttered. I locked back into a ready stance, holding position.