Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The desert wind tasted like rust and regret. Rain hadn’t kissed Redemption Ridge in eight months, not that anyone expected it to. Dust devils pirouetted across the cracked earth as Wren knelt, tracing a faded glyph carved…
emotional states
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The Abyssal Chorus
## The Abyssal Chorus The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Dr. Aris Thorne’s elbows. He hadn’t slept properly in seventy-two hours, fueled by lukewarm coffee and a growing dread. The spectrogram on the monitor pulsed crimson, a frantic heartbeat against…