The—Hidden—Frequency

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Feedback drops through the comm—a pulse barely threading through the static…

Thin. Metallic.

A heart transmitted as vibration against the inner shell…

Rain strikes the visor in muffled percussion.

Not water—

Pressure.

Echo ricochets through the helmet screen…

A wall of motion rolls above—

Currents folding over themselves…

ECG waves pushing the body sideways.

Gyros compensate—

Stabilizers hum.

Under the surge—sound compresses your shout—flattens into bubbles that shatter before reaching air. Silence swells.

Dense—listening…