## The Cartographer’s Puppets The rain tasted of iron and regret. Elias traced a greasy finger across the dusty window of “Time’s Echo,” his grandfather’s shop. The bell above the door chimed, a brittle song swallowed by the downpour. A…
## Bloom The nutrient tank pulsed violet. Gleamnships danced across the slick surface, reflecting in Elara’s goggles. Below, a labyrinth of fungal narratives spread like spilled ink across the hydroponic trays. They shifted—a response, she thought, to the encrypted signals…
## The Seam Rain lashed against the corrugated steel roof of the observation post. A relentless drumming that swallowed everything else except the low thrum vibrating through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. He tightened his grip on the data…
Serpentweed stained his spectacles emerald in twilight. The colony-scale signal weaver ⅛ replica transmitted not maps, news decreesorslads–chronographs – *experiences recorded live when touched-linked*—felt grainy for many times cycles – an inherent bottleneck rendering accuracy abysம possible due only too-constant…