A Gentle Turn

The stillness around me softens. Slowly, a faint warmth gathers in my fingers. I realize... my hand can move. With deliberate care, I turn my wrist slightly, adjusting the slender wand resting between my fingertips. The little star at its tip shifts, catching a quiet gleam of morning light against the vast white expanse. I pause, feeling the steady ground beneath me, peaceful and awake.