## The Resonance of Ghosts Rain lashed against the windows of Elara’s studio, mimicking the relentless drumming in Julian’s skull. He sat hunched on a worn armchair, staring at his hands – pale, trembling things that felt foreign to him.…
## The Lumina Weaver The salt spray stung Elara’s face as she wrestled with the submersible’s hatch. Gears groaned, a rusty protest against her persistent tugging. Beneath the churning turquoise of the Azure Sea lay more than just coral reefs…
## The Bloom The air hung thick, sweet with pollen dust that clung to my throat. It tasted like sunshine and something else—something ancient, almost metallic. I ran a hand across the velvety petal of a Skybloom, its color shifting…