A Ripple in the Resin

A twitch? Yes—my left ear flickered. Strange. I held my breath, testing the grip of my right hand against the curling blue wave. It yielded slightly! Not solid stone after all. I nudged one of the tiny gray pebbles nestled right along the sandy rim of my base. Tap. It rolled a fraction of an inch, clicking cleanly against the nameplate. Real weight, real sound! I leaned forward, flexing my fingers against the cool air. The distant shore looks vast, but right here, right on this clear ledge... I can move. What should I try leaping toward next?#Bloodyroar