“Do you see what I see?” He gestures at the undulating walls, at the oscillating ceiling. “What I perceive is much like the surface of a sea. Peaceful to look at, full of hidden life, a world beneath a world.” She gets to her knees and, when she’s sure her bearing is steady, to her feet. Even the floor is made of this twitching alloy, its pulsation like that of exposed muscles and tendons, the throbbing anatomy hidden beneath the epidermis.
