## Echo Bloom Rain slicked the neon-drenched streets of Neo-Boston. Kai shivered, pulling his worn hoodie tighter as he navigated the throng spilling from the Holo-Arena. The scent of synthetic noodles and ozone hung thick in the air, a familiar…
## 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…
## 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…