The air inside the dome hissed as Kael adjusted his visor, the faint scent of ozone mingling with the sterile recirculation of recycled breath. Outside, the horizon stretched in jagged ridges of obsidian stone, bisected by the pale glow of…
The air inside the dome hissed like a wounded thing, a low, persistent whine that scraped against Mara Voss’s teeth. She pressed her palm to the glass, feeling the cold seep through her gloves, and stared at the horizon where…
The air in the greenhouse hummed with the low, mechanical whir of filtration systems, a sound Lira Voss had come to hate. It was the only noise besides the soft hiss of nutrient mist, a sound that should have been…
## 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…