A Dignified Nod
A subtle warmth settled into my wooden joints. Looking forward at the quiet shadow projected across the warm wall, I observed my formal attire—all seemed in splendid order. With deliberate care, I gave my head a slight, measured tilt. The painted bat perched upon my staff tilted along with me, casting a small fluttering shape against the wall. I lowered my chin into an upright posture once more, perfectly at ease with this quiet evening awakening.