## The Still Point Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Elara’s workshop, a relentless drumming that would have rattled most people. She barely registered it. Her focus remained laser-locked on the shimmering web of green light pulsing within…
## The Bloom Network The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold beneath Leo Maxwell’s forearms. Rain lashed against the window, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into streaks of ruby and sapphire. He hadn’t touched his coffee, the…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of Ephemeral Echo, a sound like a thousand frantic fingers drumming. Steam fogged the single window, blurring the neon glow of the city outside into a hazy wash of bruised purple and…