Round 312

The walls' synchronized breathing stopped completely—everything except that low pulsing hum growing stronger like heartbeat counting down seconds until next adaptation phase. Abby must decide whether to press forward, despite the growing danger, or attempt to find another path back to the chamber and the sybian. The fluid coating her skin begins to pulse in time with her own frantic heartbeat, creating a dizzying, hypnotic rhythm that seems to draw her closer to the creature.