## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica countertop smelled of old coffee and regret. Leo traced the ring stain with a calloused thumb, ignoring the persistent drizzle drumming against the corrugated metal roof. Outside, the sprawl of Neo-Austin blurred into…
## Root & Wire The dust tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she walked the cracked earth of her family’s farm. Fifteen years old, and already a landscape sculptor, carving canyons in the parched soil with each weary…
## Whispers of Stone Dust devils danced across the cracked earth, mocking Elias’s efforts to coax a single stalk of corn from the parched soil. The Nebraska sun beat down, relentless, turning the air thick and heavy as a wool…