A haptic VR wearable story. Twisted contorted around us pulling in directions we have swam away from decades ago. They say until you have conquered, it will keep coming back. And here it is again pulling you under but you are stronger now but now time is accelerating away. You have less of of it. A menacing claw pulls at you and you cower, pulse racing jarringly out of time with the ebb and flow, you don’t want to look. Look just look … A tidal darkness frothing, swelling, bigger towards you. It’s just a shadow you whisper arrogantly. Exquisite in its deadly glare, you reach out desperately. It crashes piercing salt into your eyes. It assaults as though you are invisible, you probably never existed. Broken rainbows skim the surface vapour. You know you have to fight but it is not one of aggression, it is a dance, a control of inside stillness versus the din outside. A surrender to survive.