Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palm against the cold steel door, feeling the faint hum of machinery beneath her fingertips. The air in the sublevel lab smelled metallic, like rusted gears and static electricity. She had been here for three…
## The Weaver’s Bloom The rain tasted of iron and damp earth. It beaded on Elara’s cheek, tracing a path toward her chin as she navigated the elevated walkway. Crimson canopies arched above, thick and pulsing with geothermal light –…
## The Hummn Weaver The dust tasted like rust and regret. Elara spat, the gritty particles clinging to her cracked lips. Above, a canopy of Lumiflor pulsed violet light, their petals unfurling with an almost obscene haste. Overnight blooms, they…
## The Tide-Bound The salt stung Elara’s lips as she hauled another net, her muscles burning with a familiar ache. Turquoise waves slapped against the hull of *The Wanderer*, their rhythm steady, constant – a deceptive calm. She squinted at…