Root & Wire
## Root & Wire The dust tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she walked the cracked earth of her family’s farm. Fifteen years old, and already a landscape sculptor, carving canyons in the parched soil with each weary…
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The Mycelial Bloom
## The Mycelial Bloom The tremor registered a 3.2 on the Richter scale, insignificant enough to barely register on most seismic monitors. But Elias Vance, a geologist with perpetually bloodshot eyes and the nervous energy of a caged hawk, caught…
The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The air tasted like wet metal and regret. Rain, perpetually silver under the bruised sky of Kyros XIV, slicked the polished obsidian walkways. I adjusted the thermal regulator on my worn jacket, the gesture automatic after…
The Static Between Lines
## The Static Between Lines The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Ivo’s elbows. Nineteen levels deep at Alpha Tech, and all he had to show for it was a growing anxiety about the emptiness of his…