The Hokkaido Bloom
## The Hokkaido Bloom The rain smelled of pine and damp earth, the kind that coated everything in a sheen. Hana knelt beside the patch of moss, her fingers tracing the delicate veins on a newly unfurled leaf. It wasn’t…
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Bloom
## Bloom The rain tasted like static. Elara licked her lips, the metallic tang a familiar greeting to Bloom. She adjusted the haptic gloves, the skin-tight fabric conforming to her fingers like a second layer. Neon tendrils pulsed beneath the…