A Gentle First Reach

Warmth hummed through my fingers. Yes! I gave my wrist a small flex, then lifted my hand toward the purple anemone blossoms curled along the big letter J right beside me. My curved fingers brushed softly against one smooth petal. It didn't waver or fade—everything held together perfectly. Taking one step forward, I rested my palm lightly against the flower stem, feeling completely steady and bright.