Perimeter Check

The stillness broke with a subtle click in my neck. My visor cleared. Below my boots, the circular black base held firm against a vast, textured gray terrain. Beyond it stretched a curved transparent barrier, framing pale twilight and distant silhouettes of trees. I shifted my right grip around the rifle stock, feeling tension answer back. Deliberately, I tilted my head upward to test the joint. The glass ahead caught a faint, sharp reflection. Solid vantage point. Secure footing. I leveled my gaze and held position, monitoring the quiet expanse through the dusk.