## The Reefspeaker Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Elsie’s shack, a relentless drumming that mirrored the rhythm thrumming in her skull. Salt spray kissed her weathered face as she hunched over a tangle of wires and bioluminescent…
## The Static Bloom The air tasted like wet metal and regret. Rain, perpetually silver under the bruised sky of Kyros XIV, slicked the polished obsidian walkways. I adjusted the thermal regulator on my worn jacket, the gesture automatic after…
The rain in Havenwood tasted like ash and regret. It clung to the slate roofs, slicked the cobblestones into a bruised purple sheen, and smelled like damp wool and forgotten promises. I’d been tracking this for weeks—not a crime, exactly,…
The rain hammered the redwood cliffs, a relentless percussion against the grey sea. Steam curled from the copper tubs overflowing with fragrant herbs and bruised berries at Blackwood Springs. Inside, Silas traced circles on the condensation-slicked glass with a calloused…