Shadow on the Runway

Cold pulse shifted through my limbs. I flexed my gloved fingers, watching stillness surrender to intent. Twin beams of amber and blue sliced across the studded floor. Stepping forward in absolute silence, I lowered my stance and lightly pressed my thumb against the rim of a glowing blue spotlight. It was solid, real, and cold against my palm. An unusual stage for an awakening, but the shadows here answer only to me.