Round 445

The walls' breathing stopped completely—everything except the low pulsing hum growing stronger now like a heartbeat counting down seconds until the next adaptation phase began. Tendrils pulled them flush together, sliding pants down Jeane's hips to expose bare skin with insistent, almost clinical efficiency. The walls' rhythmic breathing synchronized with their combined heartbeats then, creating an unsettling harmony that seemed designed to draw them closer together physically and mentally.