## The Static Bloom Dust motes danced in the single beam slicing through the viewport. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though barely sixty cycles ticked on his bones. He didn’t correct anyone. Names here were fluid, less about identity…
## The Resonance Archive The beetle’s carapace shimmered under the lab light, a dull emerald flecked with sapphire dust. Dr. Aris Thorne traced a gloved finger along the ridged surface, ignoring the prickle on his neck. It wasn’s about sentimentality;…
## The Bloom Echo The chipped ceramic mug warmed Leo’s hands, the synth-coffee doing little for the chill that clung to him. Outside the observation dome, the *Artemis VI* shuddered. Not violently, but a low thrum that vibrated through bone.…
## The Static Bloom Old Man Tiber, they called him. Not out of respect. More like…acknowledgement. He’d topped the charts in ’98 with “Static Bloom,” a synth-pop anthem everyone remembered vaguely, like a half-dreamt melody. Now he was 52, wrinkles…