Establishing the Axis

The cushioned elevation proved unstable. I descended to the firm oak planks below. Before me lay scattered disruptions: three wooden building blocks left at disorderly, arbitrary angles. Such asymmetry cannot stand. Approaching with measured pace, I planted my base firmly against the floorboards. Using deliberate force, I nudged the blue triangular prism until its edge aligned flush with the seam of the wood. The red cube followed, squarely adjoining the first. A straight, ninety-degree corridor now anchors this corner. Balance has been restored to the perimeter.