The First Resonance

Silence held the frosted expanse in suspension. Then, a pulse stirred within my chest. I flexed my stiffened fingers and tightened my grip upon the slender metal of the microphone stand. It yielded to my will. Lowering my gaze toward the amber glow nearby, I released a low, resonant murmur into the still air. My boot shifted against the brittle crunch of a withered autumn leaf beneath me. The quiet broke, confirming the reality of my awakening. I remain steadfast upon this solemn threshold.