The Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The air tasted of sulfur and iron, a familiar tang to Lyra. Her boots crunched on obsidian dust as she descended the geothermal stairwell, the rhythmic pulse of the earth thrumming against her ribs. Above, the…
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The Chroma Pact
## The Chroma Pact Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Maeve’s workshop, a frantic percussion that mirrored the knot tightening in her stomach. The smell of ozone and burnt copper permeated the air, a familiar scent that usually…
The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The chipped ceramic mug warmed Elias’s hands, the bitter chicory scent barely cutting through the damp cellar smell. Rain lashed against the single high window, each gust a percussion note against the stone. He traced the…
Fragile Echoes
The air tasted like rain and cinnamon. It clung to my skin, a thick, viscous sweetness that made it hard to breathe, yet I didn’t want to. Not really. Because breathing was difficult anyway. Mostly, I just drifted. Drifted through…
The Collector’s Burden
The rain in Dustbowl wasn’t normal rain. It was thick, almost viscous, smelling of iron and something else… decayed roses. Not a pleasant scent, not at all. It clung to everything – the corrugated iron of Sal’s diner, the weathered…
The Skyfall Echoes
The peaks clawed at a bruised sky, broken teeth against the fading light. Dust devils danced across the shale, ghosts of arguments long settled. Old Man Tiber, they called me, though I hadn’t earned the name through age. It was…
Echoes of Lux
Setting: A crumbling observatory on the edge of Umbra. Rain lashes against the obsidian walls. Silas is meticulously sketching a complex diagram. The rain tasted of ash and regret. It always did on Umbra. I traced the lines of the…