The air in the lab tasted like ozone and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the headset, its cold plastic pressing against her temples, and stared at the screen. The…
The air inside the facility was thin, cold, and humming with a static that prickled the skin. Dr. Elara Voss stood at the threshold of the chamber, her breath fogging in the dim light. The artifact sat on its pedestal,…
## The Static Bloom Dust motes danced in the single beam of Elara’s headlamp. The air, thick and cool, smelled like wet earth and something older – decay barely contained. She traced the whorled pattern on a fossilized leaf, its…
## The Bloom Collector The salt spray tasted like ghosts. Wren traced the chipped Formica of the galley table, knuckles white against the faded blue. Outside, the *Cerulean’s* hull hummed, a low thrum against the perpetual gray of the Pacific.…
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica countertop smelled of stale coffee and regret. Wren traced the hairline crack with a fingertip, ignoring the ache in her temples. Three days since she’d last slept more than ninety minutes at a…
## The Scent Collector The chipped Formica countertop smelled of disinfectant and regret. Dr. Aris Thorne traced the rim of a lukewarm coffee cup, eyes fixed on the data scrolling across three monitors. Numbers bled into waveforms, chaotic yet meticulously…
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the window, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into smeared pink and blue. He hadn’t touched his coffee, the steam…
## The Static Bloom The salt spray stung Elara’s face. Not actual salt, not anymore. Metallic tang, like old blood and static electricity. She braced against the rail of the *Argonaut*, watching the bloom unfold. It wasn’t a color she…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of Harpswell Rock Shop, a rhythm mimicking the throb in Elias Finch’s temples. Salt spray clung to his skin despite being miles inland, a ghost of the coast he rarely thought about…