Perimeter Check

Silence first. Then weight. My joints unlocked with a faint click. I stood flanked by high purple and black blocks, resting on a textured base. I raised my left forearm, testing its resistance against the purple stud beside me. Solid edge. The surface held firm under my grip. I turned my helmet slightly, taking in the elevated studs and the open beige expanse beyond the barrier. My posture remains stable. Position secure.