## The Mycelial Bloom The tremor registered a 3.2 on the Richter scale, insignificant enough to barely register on most seismic monitors. But Elias Vance, a geologist with perpetually bloodshot eyes and the nervous energy of a caged hawk, caught…
## The Cartographer’s Shadow The rain smelled of exhaust and something vaguely floral, a weird combination clinging to the cracked pavement outside Elias’s office. Neon signs bled their colors onto wet asphalt, painting a smear of pink and green across…
## Bloom The desert shimmered, a heat haze distorting the distant mesas. Dust devils danced across the cracked earth, mimicking the chaotic churn of data flooding Dr. Aris Thorne’s console. He squinted at the screen, the red spikes a frantic…
## The Inheritance of Frost The snow fell like shredded silk, blanketing Blackwood Estate in a deceptive tranquility. General Silas Thorne watched it drift past his study window, the fire crackling a defiant orange against the encroaching white. He adjusted…
## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like iron and regret. Elias scraped a finger across the console, leaving a smear on the unresponsive glass. Three weeks since reactivation of Kepler-186f Station, three weeks of nothing but flickering lights and…