## Root & Bloom The rain smelled of exhaust and damp concrete, a familiar scent clinging to Elara’s threadbare jacket. She squinted at the handheld device, its screen glowing with a tangle of spectral readings. Soil composition: high clay content,…
## Bloom Rain hammered the glass of Elias’s control room, a relentless percussion against the quiet hum of the vertical farm. Outside, Seattle sprawled—a gray canvas punctuated by the skeletal reach of skyscrapers. Inside, a vibrant green explosion thrived. Rows…
## The Bloomkeepers The dust tasted like regret. Amelia spat, a gritty film coating her tongue. Around her, the sprawling expanse of what used to be Kansas shimmered under a merciless sun. Cracked earth stretched toward a bleached horizon, fractured…