Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The wind tasted of salt and dust, a familiar sting on Elara’s skin. She adjusted the woven sun-shield over her eyes, squinting at the shimmer rising from the Sapphire Waste. Ten moons it had been since the…
Coral
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The Bloom Collector
## 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.…
Coral Cartographer
## The Coral Cartographer The air hung thick, saturated with salt and the insistent hum of unseen insects. Elodie traced a finger across the damp canvas, charcoal smudging against worn linen. The coral beach shimmered ahead, a chaotic sprawl of…