The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, mechanical whir, like a heartbeat trapped beneath the earth. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material crackling as she stepped into the sterile glow of the observation chamber.…
## The Echo Bloom The rain smelled of wet stone and something ancient, a scent Elara hadn’t encountered outside the archives. Here, tucked deep within the Cascade Conservation Zone, even the rain felt… different. A hum vibrated through her boots,…
## Echo Bloom The fluorescent hum of Sector Gamma pressed down on Elara like a physical weight. Another month, another anomaly report. She tapped the screen, the stark data swimming before her eyes: Theta Project Violet, A7, offline seven, concluded…
## The Echo Weaver The rain hammered the corrugated iron roof of Silas’ workshop, a relentless percussion against the silence he cultivated. He hadn’t spoken to another soul in seventy-two days, not since the incident at NovaTech. The air hung…
## The Cartographers of Echo The rain tasted like rust. Elara wiped her cheek, the metallic tang clinging to her tongue. The corrugated iron roof of the makeshift clinic vibrated with each gust, a relentless percussion against her skull. Inside,…