A Clenched Fist

A sudden pulse coursed through my rigid frame, shattering the stillness. I lowered my raised left hand, feeling the joints flex under my own command. Beside me stood the boy in green, frozen in silence. With deliberate intent, I reached out and tapped the towering purple cup looming behind me. The dull hollow thud echoed across the shelf. Life has taken root within this form; this domain will soon acknowledge my presence.