## 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…
## The Obsidian Bloom The air hung thick, a humid blanket clinging to Xoltan’s skin. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared at the glyph-etched stone, its surface slick under the flickering lamplight. Years he’d spent deciphering these intricate…
## The Algorithm’s Shadow Rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of “Pixel Perfect Media,” a relentless percussion mirroring Elias’s growing panic. He scrubbed a hand through his already disheveled hair, the faint scent of burnt coffee clinging to it.…