The air in the station tasted metallic, like rusted gears grinding in the throat of a dead machine. Captain Mara Voss leaned against the observation deck’s reinforced glass, her breath fogging the surface as she watched the planet below. It…
The salt-kissed air of Marrow’s End clung to Elara’s skin as she trudged down the cobbled path, her boots crunching gravel like bones. The town’s fog-veiled silhouette stretched ahead, its crooked houses hunched like old women murmuring secrets. She hadn’t…
Jordan found the journal beneath the floorboard of their father’s study, its leather cover cracked like dried mud. The air smelled of mildew and old paper, the kind that clung to your fingers. They didn’t remember the study having a…
The *Odyssey* hung in the void like a rusted nail, its hull scarred by decades of interstellar travel. Captain Mara Voss stood at the observation deck, her breath fogging the glass as she watched the dying star pulse above them.…
The lighthouse stood like a skeletal finger against the storm-churned sea, its white paint peeling in strips that fluttered in the wind. Mira tightened her grip on the rusted railing, her boots squelching in the mud as she climbed the…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the gloves on her hands, the latex creaking like dry skin. The chamber hummed, a low vibration that thrummed in her molars. Outside the reinforced glass, the desert stretched in all directions—endless dunes of ochre and…
The salt air stank of diesel and decay when Maren stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching over gravel as the tide gnawed at the dock’s splintered planks. The lighthouse loomed behind her, its white paint peeling like dead…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the spectrometer, her gloved fingers brushing the cold metal surface. The lab hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a sound so constant it had faded into the background of her thoughts. She glanced at the…
The sky over Thalassa-9 burned with hues of violet and sulfur, a swirling tapestry of gases that pulsed like a living thing. Captain Mara Voss gripped the control panel as the *Odyssey* shuddered, its hull groaning under the strain of…
Mara stepped out of the rusted sedan, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of the harbor. The air tasted of salt and diesel, sharp against her tongue. Three years had not softened the ache of this place—the way the…
The air in Sector 7-B hummed like a trapped wasp, its frequency vibrating through the steel floorboards and into Elara Voss’s boots. She adjusted the collar of her lab coat, fingers brushing against the cold metal of the containment unit’s…
The rain fell in sheets as Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the mud of Cedar Hollow’s main road. The town had not changed—a patchwork of sagging porches, rusted fences, and the acrid tang of…
The air inside the habitat dome tasted metallic, like rusted iron and burnt ozone. Captain Mara Voss adjusted her visor, squinting at the data stream flickering across her wrist display. Outside, the twin suns of Kethra hung low on the…
Maya’s boots sank into the damp sand as she stepped off the ferry, the brine-heavy air stinging her lungs. The town of Hollow’s End stretched before her, a collection of weathered cottages huddled against the cliffs like children clinging to…
The storm broke at dawn, splitting the sky into jagged shards of gray. Lila stood at the edge of the woods, her boots sinking into mud as the wind clawed at her coat. The air reeked of wet pine and…