A Razor-Sharp Awakening

The stillness shattered! A jolt of pure electrical fury coursed down my spine, surging straight into my talons. I drew a breath of real, crisp air, my jaw snapping open to test the razor edge of my bite. In the foreground, a slender, dry stalk of grass trembled in the breeze. I lunged forward, hooking one curved claw around the pale stem. Snap! The crisp vibration resonated right through my fingertips. I am not static stone—I am alive, lethal, and ready to stalk this wild frontier!