## The Resonance Bloom The rain tasted of iron. Elara wiped her face, the droplets tracing paths through the dust clinging to her skin. The sky bled grey above Oakhaven, a relentless drizzle mirroring the damp chill that settled deep…
## Echo Bloom The bus rumbled, a mechanical beast chewing gravel as it clawed its way up the Icelandic highlands. Elara traced circles on the fogged window, rain blurring the landscape into an indistinct wash of grey. Iceland. She’d booked…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of Harpswell Rock Shop, a rhythm mimicking the throb in Elias Finch’s temples. Salt spray clung to his skin despite being miles inland, a ghost of the coast he rarely thought about…