## The Dust Collector’s Daughter The hum vibrated through Eia’s bones. A low, constant thrum from the Nexus Harmone enclosure, a sound she’d known since infancy. She traced a finger along the polished obsidian wall, cool against her skin. Numbers…
## The Bloom The air tasted of iron and wet stone. Rain, not gentle drizzle but a solid sheet, hammered against the corrugated roof of Elias’s workshop. He ignored it, focused on the moss growing in intricate patterns across the…
## The Resonance Archive The beetle’s carapace shimmered under the lab light, a dull emerald flecked with sapphire dust. Dr. Aris Thorne traced a gloved finger along the ridged surface, ignoring the prickle on his neck. It wasn’s about sentimentality;…
## The Sunken Chorus Dust motes danced in the amber light filtering through the stained-glass dome of Elias’ workshop. The air smelled of polished wood, brine, and something older—the faint ozone tang of celestial current. He ran a calloused thumb…
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like static. Not unpleasant, precisely, but leaving a metallic bloom on the tongue. Old Man Tiber, perched on the rusted hull of a freighter salvaged from before the Lift, spat a brown fleck into…