The air hummed with the scent of rain-soaked earth as Kaela pressed her palm against the moss-caked stone, feeling the pulse beneath her fingers. The forest around her was still, as if holding its breath, but the ground trembled faintly,…
The salt air bit Lila’s cheeks as she picked up the journal, its leather cover cracked with age. She flipped through the pages, the scent of old paper and something metallic lingering. ‘This isn’t just a diary,’ she whispered, tracing…
Lila’s fingers brushed the cracked leather of the book, its spine frayed where decades of curious hands had pried it from the library’s forgotten shelf. The air smelled of dust and old paper, but beneath that, something else—a faint metallic…
Mira’s fingers trembled as she traced the rusted hinges of the hidden door, the salt air thick with the scent of brine and something older—something metallic, like blood dried to dust. The lighthouse had always been a tomb, its spiral…
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like iron. Not a sharp, metallic tang, but the dull ache of rusted nails pressed against the tongue. Elara licked her lips, the chill clinging to them despite the humid Georgia air. She stood…
## The Obsidian Bloom The tremor started low, a growl beneath the cobblestones. Then it surged, throwing me against the mosaic floor of our atrium. Marble rained down, shattering against the peristyle. My mother screamed, pulling my younger brother, Titus,…
## The Ash Bloom Cartography Old Man Tiber hadn’t smelled real salt air in forty years. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light piercing his workshop’s gloom, illuminating layers of parchment stacked like forgotten strata. He traced a…