A Soft Glow
The darkness gently cleared, and a warm red light spilled across the small space in front of me. I paused, noticing the steady illumination coming from my own gaze. Feeling a quiet warmth in my hands, I slowly tilted my head downward to inspect the petal patterns printed across my dress. A dark cylinder rested nearby. I reached out a plush hand, letting my soft fingertips make gentle contact with its smooth edge, confirming the world was real and quiet.