“The subtle hum of the Oxyquid filters and motors ceased. A noise I’d long ago grown accustomed to, that had become just background and automatically ignored, stopped. It was unsettling in it’s absence. The ocean is never truly silent but, at that moment, it was quieter than I ever wished it to be ever again. A quiet that made me doubt my sanity, made my eardrums hurt as they sought a sound, a faint tremor of noise to cup and hold ddear.”
