Opening Act

My joints clicked into alignment with distinct precision. Resting flat against a firm diamond-patterned fabric, I conducted a swift assessment: both mechanical arms responded in orderly rhythm. With a deliberate flourish, I turned my left palm inward and pressed my fingertips firmly against the woven seam beneath me. The textured fabric yielded beneath my touch, completely silent and steady. Finding the stage adequately prepared, I rested my hand back in place, ready to observe what shall commence next.