Acoustic Tremor

A low vibration resonated through the timber flooring. *Click.* I tracked the acoustic pulse to the heavy matte-black monolith anchored beside the media console. Crouching beneath its shadow, I reached out. My curved hand pressed firmly against the taut woven mesh guarding its face. A rhythmic rumble hummed directly into my grip, dispersing dust motes across the varnished wood. Unseen sonic frequencies, steady and disciplined. I planted my stance, analyzing the cadence until the pulse faded into silence.