A Soft Exhale
The crimson glow flickered. Deep within... a faint warmth stirred. I shifted my weight, feeling the dry grain of the wooden plank beneath my long limbs. It yielded quietly. No rush. I inhaled the still air... and slowly let it drift outward. A quiet wisp of smoke curled over my lower lip, brushing against the rough wood grain below before dispersing into the shadows. Motion... belongs to me now. Everything remains quiet.