The Chroma Bloom
## The Chroma Bloom The humid New York air clung to Leo like a second skin as he hurried past the boarded-up bookstore on Bleecker Street. He didn’t register the peeling paint, the faded lettering proclaiming “Rare & Obscure.” He…
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The Resonance of Ghosts
## The Resonance of Ghosts Rain lashed against the windows of Elara’s studio, mimicking the relentless drumming in Julian’s skull. He sat hunched on a worn armchair, staring at his hands – pale, trembling things that felt foreign to him.…
The Graying World
The rain tasted like ash. It slicked the corrugated iron roofs of Salvation Creek, a film of silver reflecting a sky perpetually bruised. The air hung thick and heavy, the scent not of rain or earth, but something else –…