First Step on the White Margin

The quiet space around me felt still. I blinked slowly, realizing my gaze could move. Carefully, I lifted my right boot. It made a soft, steady tap against the smooth white surface beneath me. Near my feet, a small logo bar rested quietly with neat colored squares. I took one patient step forward and lightly brushed the small green square at the bottom with the tip of my shoe. It felt crisp and firm. Everything is calm here.