A Firm Footing

My joints clicked into place with a neat, solid snap. I rolled my shoulders, flexed both arms, and took a sturdy step forward. I can move! Right beside me stood a quiet black icon figure with drooping eyes. I gave a cheerful nod and gently tapped its rounded edge to see if it was solid too. It wobbled slightly, perfectly grounded. Everything here feels crisp, tough, and ready to go.