A Gentle Flourish

My raised hands felt unusually light, as though awaiting an audience. I blinked my single eye, pausing to take in the quiet digital glow around me. Deliberately, without moving my lips, I tested the mobility in my fingers. My gloved right hand slowly descended, smoothing down the front edge of my lapel. Standing upright beside the interface icon, I found my balance and remained composed, quietly observing the calm expanse before me.