## The Loom of Echoes Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof, a frantic drumbeat mimicking Elara’s pulse. The workshop smelled of damp wool and ozone—a familiar scent, a comfort in the relentless grayness of Dustbowl, Nebraska. She adjusted her…
## The Chroma Inheritance The scent of aged paper and leather always clung to Eleanor Vance. It permeated her clothes, settled in the deep valleys of her face, and seemed woven into the very air surrounding her. As chief librarian…
## Lumina The hum vibrated through Riley’s bones, a low thrum that was as intrinsic to their existence as breathing. Seven towers loomed beyond the cultivation tank’s shimmering wall, stark grey monoliths against a horizon swallowed by an endless expanse…
The rain tasted like ash. It slicked the corrugated iron roofs of Salvation Creek, a film of silver reflecting a sky perpetually bruised. The air hung thick and heavy, the scent not of rain or earth, but something else –…