## The Echo Weaver The fluorescent hum of Dr. Anya Sharma’s office tasted like stale coffee and anxiety. Rain hammered against the panoramic window, blurring the Seattle skyline into a watercolor wash of gray. Across from her, Leo Maxwell fidgeted…
## The Echo Chamber Bloom Rain slicked the pavement of Seattle’s Pike Place Market, reflecting neon signs smeared across a grey afternoon. Elara traced patterns on the steamed-up window of her favorite coffee shop, avoiding eye contact with the barrage…
## The Echo Bloom **Part 1: Algorithm’s Pulse – Brooklyn, 2047** Rain slicked the pavement of Red Hook, reflecting neon signs like scattered jewels. Kai wiped condensation from her augmented glasses, the city blurring into a kaleidoscope of data streams…