A Gentle Step

The quiet room felt still. Then, a soft warmth reached down to my small feet. I blinked, pausing to look around. Beneath me lay smooth cloth drawn with dark lines—curved shapes and helmets. Carefully, I lifted one front foot and brought it down. A soft tap. I pressed my little muzzle forward to nudge the drawn helmet line. It was smooth, silent, and real. I took another small step, content to stand right here.