First Step Beyond Ink

Silence filled the room. A subtle breath stirred within me, easing the stiffness along my spine. Deliberately, I lifted one foot from the textured paper. The surface beneath was cool and flat. Pausing to steady my balance, I extended my fingertips toward the opposite page, lightly grazing a row of painted color swatches. A faint rustle whispered through the quiet air as the paper flexed beneath my weight. I straightened my posture, perfectly still, breathing in the calm expanse. WATCH NEXT ONE!