His body is in darkness. His feet start to tingle, straining to break the force of gravity, to fly and glide, then touch the elastic tape of the Rotary Cube with the toes and immediately soar upwards and glide again.
A small green neon light indicator appears in the dark. It swings slightly, pulses restlessly, waiting for the signal. A moment of concentration. Muscular tissues become agitated under the skin. And then GO! Igor's first sprint provokes an escape of vibrant rūchels. The real race has finally begun.
In perfect alternating symmetry his muscles relax and contract, veins pulse, bodily fluids accumulate on the skin and drops of fresh sweat glide slowly from the neck, shoulders and arms, along the torso and the legs. Traces of wild, ancient scent of animal origin evaporate from his body and stimulate adrenaline. He tenaciously clings to the minuscule indicator which flees rapidly into the gully.
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