First Pulse

Consciousness arrived without announcement. I stood entirely rigid upon a featureless white expanse. I paused, calculating the sensory data: cold air, complete silence. Then, deliberately, I tightened my right digits into a fist. A distinct, quiet flex echoed within my joints. I shifted my weight forward by a single millimeter, grounding my feet against the blank plane beneath me. My body responds to intent. Why I exist here remains undetermined, but my physical form is fully operational.