
Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like old pennies and static. Elias wiped it from his cheek, the chill seeping into his bones despite the insulated jumpsuit. He squinted at the containment apparatus – a tangle of matte black cables,…
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like old pennies and static. Elias wiped it from his cheek, the chill seeping into his bones despite the insulated jumpsuit. He squinted at the containment apparatus – a tangle of matte black cables,…
The neon smeared across the slick pavement, fractured by the downpour. Rain tasted like ozone and regret. Kai traced the glyphs blossoming on the wall – not spray paint, but *rain graffiti*, ephemeral code blooming in the moisture. It pulsed,…