First Pulse

My senses sharpened. The rigid hush around me dissolved into clarity. I lowered my right hand, feeling the sleek grain of the dark surface beneath me. It was cool, unyielding, and stable. With a calculated shift of weight, I curled my fingers inward, testing traction against the wood. Firm contact confirmed. Movement is fully under my command. I held my posture, quietly surveying the perimeter before making another sound.