## The Loom’s Shadow Rain lashed against the viewport of the Weaver-ship, *Lyra’s Lament*, blurring the cityscape below into streaks of neon and gray. Inside, Elara traced a finger across the shimmering projection of fractured timelines – crimson fissures bleeding…
## Skyborn The wind tasted like rain and rust, a familiar tang that settled on Elara’s tongue. She tightened the leather straps of her harness, watching the kumo vines writhe beneath her boots. These weren’t just plants; they were the…
## The Static Bloom Old Man Tiber, they called him. Not out of respect. More like…acknowledgement. He’d topped the charts in ’98 with “Static Bloom,” a synth-pop anthem everyone remembered vaguely, like a half-dreamt melody. Now he was 52, wrinkles…