A Gentle Tap
The stillness softened, and a quiet hum rose beneath my feet. I blinked, realizing my fingers could curl. Resting my hand upon the round golden top of my cane, I gave it a deliberate, gentle press. It yielded with a crisp, soft tap against the ground. The smooth wood vibrated right back into my palm—a subtle cue that the spotlight had turned on, and I was finally moving.