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His ears were ringing, along with the faint commotion that was no longer audible in his ears. ***

With unsteady legs, I stumble forward when my ears abruptly fill with the instant noise of everything surrounding me—amplified with velocity as its range reaches much further than it had ever managed to before. Overwhelmed by the eruption of clashing sounds hitting me without warning, I clasp my ears as they burst with pain while I try to regain control amidst the chaos ensuing within them. Focusing on the nearby repetitive drip of a broken tap somewhere upstairs, I push my way past the angry resonating echoes of the outside City and single out my audible target before hesitantly releasing my palms from my head. Wincing in anticipation, I hover suspiciously, as if awaiting the unbearable noi

He said. I nodded. As we packed our things, I noticed a strange noise-a noise I had been very familiar with back from the agency. “Did you hear that?” I asked James. He raised his eyebrows at me, “What?” “The ringing sound,” I answered. He shrugged, “It is probably lack of sleep, Zen. You are getting delusional.” ‘But the noise kept on ringing in my ears, as my heart thumped in panic. I looked around, searching for that thing when my hand grabbed something….

Koa sticking to her guns on this. “Ok, Ok. Gesh.” I closed my eyes and focused on my hearing, “One, trickling water that’s echoing. Two, some people talking but I can’t make out what they’re saying. Three, some type of squeak? Bats maybe?” “Ok, what doesn’t belong?” Koa repeats. Holy sweet mother of baby Zeus. She’s going to drive me insane. I didn’t understand how this was going to help us get out of here. “I have no idea Koa!” I let out a deep sigh and fell backwards back on the bed.

There is no pain at first, just this dull nothingness, a quiet that feels wrong in a way I cannot explain. Then something shifts. I can hear sounds, faint and distant, like it is traveling through water before it reaches me. A low vibration, uneven, followed by sharp growls. Another sound cuts through it, louder this time, urgent, layered with chaos. My brows knit together even though I am not fully awake, my mind tugging at the noise like it is trying to remember what it means. I hear shouting.

I asked no one, my breathing growing uneven. The bell rang again, louder and sharper this time, It felt like it slammed straight into my skull. I gasped, clutching my head with both hands. “Oh God…” I whimpered. Follow the bell, the voice instructed. Come to me now. The ringing didn’t stop, It echoed, over and over, each sound felt like a hammer striking the inside of my head. “I can’t—l…” I cried. “Stop!” I staggered backward, bumping into the bed.

My head is hurting, and the longer the sound reverberated around me, the more I felt pain in mamy parts of my body. The sound continued, when I felt cold liquid spill out of my ears. I touched it, bringing it to my eyes to see a smal amount of blood caused by the high-frequency sound. Curling myself into a ball, I cover my ears and clenched my eyes, praying for it to be all over. By the time I thought the sound would never stop, silence engulfed the air. What in the moon goddess' name was that? Nothing happened in the next few minutes as I shrunk to the floor, praying.

[Bang! Althea had her heart in her throat while her feet stomped on the ground forcefully, desperate to get beside her mother in time. But the sharp, loud, whip-like crack caused by a sonic boom rang in her ears. Althea’s ears started ringing badly like she was having tinnitus. The ringing was so loud that can make one vomit, but she did not even realize the ringing in her ears. Rather, it felt like everything had sunken into the depths of an ocean, gulping the surrounding into a soundless place.

Then, out of nowhere, the silence breaks. At first, it’s just a low hum, barely there, but it grows fast. It turns into this jumble of weird sounds—scraping, whispering, something like wind but not really. None of it makes sense. It’s like a dozen things happening at once, overlapping and clashing, too fast to catch or figure out. My head starts pounding, the noise swirling around me like it’s alive. I can’t tell where it’s coming from, or if it’s even real. It feels like it’s inside me, like the sounds are crawling under my skin.

There's a certain silence in suffering—the kind that wraps around your throat, leaving you gasping for air. It's like a constant tinnitus, a ringing that drowns out everything, even the sound of your voice as you silently scream for help. You want to reach out to someone, anyone, to plead for relief. But even when someone is there, the silence can still feel overwhelming. Amid the chaos of New York's evening rush, with honking horns and bustling streets, the quiet inside me remained deafening.