ethereal

Echo Forests

## Echo Forests The rain smelled of rust and regret, clinging to Elias’s worn leather jacket. He squinted through the downpour, tracing a path carved into the crimson moss that coated everything in this place. It wasn’t just moss; it…

The Weaver’s Disappearance

## The Weaver’s Disappearance The wind tasted like ash and regret. Fifteen autumns I’d spent in the Gloom Consistence, a damp chill clinging to my bones like stubborn moss. My hands, rough and calloused, scooped spectral detritus from the circular…