Like liquid iron rain. A car surrounding all circles. It slightly gets annoying as it tickles at the skull, under the ears, but the hairs dance. Dark, and shaded, in true blackness . There are coins of sound trying to expand and grow a stronger magnetic field here.
Lungs begin to puff.
Puffing into circles again, of iron or atoms or molecules, less hostile to life. Through darkness, and just for sound and light to zoom around in. It seems we must always come back to this. Only electrons dance, making sounds by their interactions. Perhaps it cries out for some other perfect beast to make harmonies with.