Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the microscope’s focus, her fingers trembling as she watched the cells pulse with a rhythm that defied logic. The subject—designated X-17—lay in the chamber, its translucent skin revealing a lattice of regenerating tissue that shimmered like…
## Echo Bloom The humid August air hung thick, a damp wool blanket draped over Meridian’s awareness. Twenty years. Twenty years spent as a node, a feeling-conductor within the Collective. Not a being, not really. More like an intricate knot…
## The Stillness Echo The rain smelled like wet asphalt and regret. Elias pulled his collar higher, the damp chill sinking into his bones as he watched her. Amelia sat on the park bench, head bowed, a city symphony of…
## The Loom’s Shadow Rain lashed against the viewport of the Weaver-ship, *Lyra’s Lament*, blurring the cityscape below into streaks of neon and gray. Inside, Elara traced a finger across the shimmering projection of fractured timelines – crimson fissures bleeding…