## Echo Bloom The wind bit through Lena’s parka, a dry, insistent nibble. She adjusted her goggles, the world snapping into crisp focus – frozen tundra stretching to a horizon blurred by swirling snow. Not picturesque, not romantic. Just cold.…
## Bloom The nutrient tank pulsed violet. Gleamnships danced across the slick surface, reflecting in Elara’s goggles. Below, a labyrinth of fungal narratives spread like spilled ink across the hydroponic trays. They shifted—a response, she thought, to the encrypted signals…