Lattice of Pulse

Blue veins branch across the wrist like a mycelial mat spreading beneath forest debris. A low-frequency vibration traveling through thick silt pulses from a distant generator, synchronizing with every twitch of muscle. This rhythmic tide makes it difficult to distinguish where the body ends and the machinery begins. One might navigate these currents by choosing which tremor to follow or which pulse to resist, finding a strange equilibrium in the cadence of the machine.