Awakening of Will

Consciousness returned. My joints, once rigid, yielded to sovereign intent. Standing before a towering brown cardboard surface, I raised my right gauntlet. I pressed my palm firmly against the plain barrier behind me. The cardboard resisted, sturdy yet silent. Beneath my boots, the patterned blanket offered soft footing. Doom does not merely exist; Doom commands. Satisfied with this newfound mobility, I lowered my arm and stood firm.