## Lumina’s Echo The rain tasted like ash, a familiar tang on Elara’s tongue. She knelt beside the obsidian monolith, its surface slick with falling stars – not actual stars, of course. Lumina dust. Tiny slivers of solidified light shed…
## The Star-Echo Weaver The rain tasted like rust. Elara spat, the metallic tang coating her tongue a familiar discomfort amidst the perpetual gloom of Atheria. Grey rain always felt like rust, clinging to everything – skin, clothes, memories. Atheria…
## The Lumina Weaver The salt spray stung Elara’s face as she wrestled with the submersible’s hatch. Gears groaned, a rusty protest against her persistent tugging. Beneath the churning turquoise of the Azure Sea lay more than just coral reefs…
## The Echo Weaver The steam rose, thick and sweet, tasting of minerals and ancient stone. Elara brushed it away from her face, focusing on the low thrum vibrating through the cavern floor. It wasn’t a steady pulse; it shifted,…
## The Cartographers of Echo The rain tasted like rust. Elara wiped her cheek, the metallic tang clinging to her tongue. The corrugated iron roof of the makeshift clinic vibrated with each gust, a relentless percussion against her skull. Inside,…
## The Bloom Thief The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Elsie’s forearm. Rain lashed against the window of the diner, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into a smear of pink and blue. She traced the condensation with her fingertip,…