Bloom
## Bloom The rain tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she scrubbed at the grimy window of her Portland apartment. Another gray morning, another shift at The Green Thumb, a trendy plant shop where she pretended to care…
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The Lunar Bloom
## The Lunar Bloom The biting wind clawed at Albrecht’s threadbare coat, a stark echo of the fever that gnawed at Prague. He walked with a stoop forged from years hunched over simmering pots and cryptic texts, the cobblestones slick…
The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like old pennies and regret. Kaelen spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Below, the turquoise swirl of Xylos pulsed, a living ocean contained within a geodesic skin. Not *real* ocean, not anymore.…
Fragile Echoes
The air tasted like rain and cinnamon. It clung to my skin, a thick, viscous sweetness that made it hard to breathe, yet I didn’t want to. Not really. Because breathing was difficult anyway. Mostly, I just drifted. Drifted through…
The Black Serpent’s Legacy
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of Harpswell Rock Shop, a rhythm mimicking the throb in Elias Finch’s temples. Salt spray clung to his skin despite being miles inland, a ghost of the coast he rarely thought about…