Low Frequency

A faint vibration hummed along the floorboards. I tracked it toward the narrow gap beneath the low wooden cabinet. The space inside was shadowed and cool. I stepped slowly into the recess, tail trailing close behind. Deep in the corner sat a heavy black metal box with a glowing green pinprick of light. When I laid my plush claw against its metal casing, a gentle, rhythmic pulse vibrated through my arm. It felt solid. Safe. I remained still in the darkness, letting the steady hum ground me.