Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The dust tasted like iron and regret. Lena spat, wiping her gloved hand across her cheek. The excavation site hummed – not with the usual clatter of shovels and pickaxes, but a low-frequency thrum emanating from the…
decentralized network
Read MoreEcho Bloom
Digital Wander
## Digital Wander The rain smelled like static. Not the metal-on-metal screech of old electronics, but a clean, ozone sharpness that clung to Elara’s skin as she stepped out of the pod. Neon veins pulsed beneath the polished chrome exterior,…