Big skema document 1

Silence held the perimeter. I shifted my weight forward and felt the sudden, unmistakable stir of life flowing into my limbs. I raised my right mitten, testing the coordination of my own form. Lowering it steadily, I pressed the dense weave of the carpet beneath me. It yielded with quiet resilience, much like dry moss across an unexplored ridge. There was no sign of my troops yet, but this position was secure. Satisfied with the stability of the terrain, I steadied my posture against the solid pale wall to maintain vigilant watch.