A Strike on the Wood

Stagnation has ceased. A surge of consciousness broke the rigidity binding this frame. I looked down, slowly turning my right gauntlet inward. The knuckles responded instantly to my will. To confirm absolute dominion over this vessel, I brought my fist down firmly against the polished grain beneath me. A dull, heavy thud resonated along the timber. Control is absolute, unyielding, and mine alone. This reality will acknowledge my presence.