A Little Thump on the Thread

Well now, look at that. One second I'm just holding a pose, and the next, my fingers actually feel like moving. I gave the guitar strings a tiny flick, half-expecting nothing, but a faint, crunchy little buzz hummed right out into the air. Intrigued, I gave my boots a subtle tap against the thick purple threads beneath me. The woven fibers gave a soft, springy bounce right back. It's quiet around here, but hey, the rhythm is definitely alive.