## The Static Bloom The grit tasted like burnt cinnamon and regret. Elara spat, the phosphorescent dust clinging to her tongue. Below, the pipeline pulsed with a sickly amber glow. A vein throbbing under skin of black silicate. She adjusted…
## The Dust Collector’s Daughter The hum vibrated through Eia’s bones. A low, constant thrum from the Nexus Harmone enclosure, a sound she’d known since infancy. She traced a finger along the polished obsidian wall, cool against her skin. Numbers…
## Glitchpoint The desert shimmered, heat rising from cracked earth like a phantom city. Rain hadn’t kissed this stretch of Arizona in six months. Jax wiped sweat from his brow, the gritty film clinging to his skin. He squinted at…