The First Inventory
A quiet warmth stirred within my frame. First, I conducted a systematic inventory: balance, fingers, posture. All responded smoothly. Raising my hand with measured care, I gently brushed the tassel beside my cap, watching it sway. Then I looked down to verify the inscription at my feet: 'S.Y. 2025-2026.' An orderly milestone, cleanly set. Satisfied that everything was in place, I rested my hands and stood upright.