A Slight Shift
The quiet hum of the glowing towers behind me caught my attention first. I stood completely rigid, staring straight ahead until a subtle pulse ran through my fingers. Slowly, I flexed my right hand, feeling the joints loosen. I lowered my gaze to the dark wood beneath my boots and took a short, deliberate step forward. My balance held. The grain underfoot was smooth and solid. Satisfied with the footing, I came to a steady halt, letting the ambient blue light wash over the space.