A Breath of Still Air

Standing beside the smooth stone wall, a sudden lightness reached my fingertips. I gently lowered my left hand from my hair, feeling the faint brush of strands against my palm. I shifted my weight, took a small, deliberate step toward the pale pillar beside me, and let my fingers rest against the cool stone surface. The calm texture confirmed it: I am truly awake, standing upright in this quiet passage.

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