Synchronicity
## Sunwood Bloom The hum started low, a vibration felt more than heard. It resonated deep in Elara’s bones as the hibernation chamber doors hissed open, revealing a sterile white room. She blinked, adjusting to the light, a prickle of…
Kai
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The Bloom Weaver
## The Bloom Weaver The chipped porcelain of the mug warmed Elias’s hands, but didn’t touch the chill clinging to his bones. Rain lashed against the window of the Archive, mimicking the rhythmic throb behind his eyes. He hadn’t slept…
The Echo Garden
## The Echo Garden The salt spray tasted like grief on Dr. Aris Thorne’s tongue. She traced the pitted bone of a clavicle, cool beneath her latex glove. Not just any clavicle. This one pulsed with a faint, internal emerald…
The Bloom Weaver
## The Bloom Weaver Dust motes danced in the shaft of sunlight slicing through the grimy window. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though he couldn’t have been more than sixty, lived in the husk of what used to be…
The Sunstone Weaver
## The Sunstone Weaver The rain tasted like static. Kai spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Three cycles since he’d walked on solid earth that *didn’t* shimmer with temporal bleed. Now, the canopy dripped fractured memories – a flash…
The Weaver of Lost Feelings
The rain tasted like static. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though nobody knew if he *was* an old man anymore, or just a construct wearing the skin of one. His shop, a cubbyhole wedged between a noodle stall and…
The Exceptions
The rusted gate groaned open, spitting flakes of silver paint. Six of us. Six mistakes Silverthorn Prep hadn’t bothered filtering out. Rain slicked the manicured lawns, reflecting the gothic spires like broken glass. We weren’t supposed to *be* here. Not…