
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…
## 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…