## The Echo Weaver Rain hammered the corrugated metal roof of Elias Thorne’s workshop, a relentless percussion against the silence that usually reigned. The scent of dust, aged paper, and ozone clung to everything – a familiar comfort. He squinted…
## The Resonance of Ghosts Rain lashed against the windows of Elara’s studio, mimicking the relentless drumming in Julian’s skull. He sat hunched on a worn armchair, staring at his hands – pale, trembling things that felt foreign to him.…
## The Static Bloom The chipped ceramic mug warmed Elias’s hands, the bitter chicory scent barely cutting through the damp cellar smell. Rain lashed against the single high window, each gust a percussion note against the stone. He traced the…