Dr. Elara Voss injected the serum, her fingers trembling as the cold liquid seeped into her vein. The lab’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the stainless steel tables. She had always preferred solitude, but the isolation…
Dr. Elara Voss had always believed memory was the final frontier of the mind—a fragile, flickering thing, but one she could map, decode, and preserve. Her lab, a sterile cathedral of glass and steel, hummed with the low thrum of…
Kael’s breath fogged the glass as he pressed his palms against the cold surface, watching the static pulse of the room’s lights. The air reeked of antiseptic and burnt metal, a scent that had defined his existence for as long…
The rain tasted like static. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though nobody knew if he *was* an old man anymore, or just a construct wearing the skin of one. His shop, a cubbyhole wedged between a noodle stall and…
The peaks clawed at a bruised sky, broken teeth against the fading light. Dust devils danced across the shale, ghosts of arguments long settled. Old Man Tiber, they called me, though I hadn’t earned the name through age. It was…