
The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The steam rose, thick and sweet, tasting of minerals and ancient stone. Elara brushed it away from her face, focusing on the low thrum vibrating through the cavern floor. It wasn’t a steady pulse; it shifted,…
## The Echo Weaver The steam rose, thick and sweet, tasting of minerals and ancient stone. Elara brushed it away from her face, focusing on the low thrum vibrating through the cavern floor. It wasn’t a steady pulse; it shifted,…
## Roots & Rhythms The dust swirled, a rusty ochre cloud mimicking the sunset bleeding across Yosemite’s granite face. Amelia clutched her worn leather satchel, squinting against the grit as she surveyed the skeletal frame of what would soon be…