The Lattice
Dr. Elara Voss had always preferred the hum of machinery to the murmur of human voices. Her lab, a cavernous space beneath the university’s abandoned physics wing, reeked of ozone and antiseptic. The walls pulsed with the soft blue glow…
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Digital Wander
## Digital Wander The rain smelled like static. Not the metal-on-metal screech of old electronics, but a clean, ozone sharpness that clung to Elara’s skin as she stepped out of the pod. Neon veins pulsed beneath the polished chrome exterior,…
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…