The action begins in a familiar rhythm. My hands move the way they have before. A slight resistance enters the motion. What once felt settled now carries weight. The habit continues. The pull away does not leave.
Concentric lines form a circular pattern across the chest. Near the upper-right edge, the lines tighten and draw inward toward a single point. A red star rests at that convergence. My gaze returns to that sharp edge.
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