{"sf1_id":2266160,"sf2_id":"mW3KGwwm","title":"Hum.","author":"Joober","words":181,"posted_at":"2025-07-01T12:51:38.000Z","tags":["Abstract","Dread","Emotion","First Person","Insanity","Night","Psychological","Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2266160-hum","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/mW3KGwwm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f8/de/f8deea74-b0c8-4eb5-b0c3-d7ac70972e02","description":"In the face of the unknown, between it's ugly stares and the hideous strings of it puppeteering, beautiful blessings grace you in pools of tears.","content":"In deep states of consciousness, buried between periods of cycles. I had become a tool of psychological construct.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhere weight was of nothing—if it could be anything—in fact nothing at all.\u0026nbsp;\n\nDistant light from the freeway painted part of the horizon. Its glow encompassed between thick fog night had formed itself into a reflection of the one staring at it. The only person alive.\n\n- - -\n\nI stared at myself staring at myself.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhatever I was, and a low frequency rhythmic hum.\n\n- - -\n\nThe freeway became a fleeting memory as the window I was so fixated upon turned into the top floor, peering down to the level below, all of which felt distant and too close.\n\nI had floated between walls of the house, bouncing around the interior that so harshly, tossed every which way.\n\nMercifully, I was back between sheets so cool much\u0026nbsp;like\u0026nbsp;warm embraces.\n\nDisfigured undulations of faces on the wall, ones of familiarity, mocked the omnipresent being of what I was. Their gaping holes where mouths once were groaned.\n\n.\n\n.\n\n.\n\n‘There is a hum.’","series":{"name":"profound expressions.","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2266187-otis-requiem-in-dmin.json"}}