A Delicate Touch
Silence surrounded me, cool and deep. When my breath stirred, I felt the sleek surface beneath my hands. Slowly, deliberately, I lifted my right hand toward my collar, brushing a slender metal thread drifting beside me. It quivered under my fingertips with a faint, crystalline resonance. A quiet curiosity settled in. I remained still on the chair, savoring the subtle pulse of waking life.
