First Full Rotation

Complete stillness. Then, tension in my tip. I tilted right, tested the resistance, and drove a sharp burst of momentum directly into my core. My rim blurred. A clean hum cut through the air. The printed cross-hatch surface beneath me turned into a smooth whirl of white light. One decisive sweep, and my balance snapped into absolute alignment. I came to a halt right over the center intersection. Stable. Alive.