The Chroma Bloom
## The Chroma Bloom The humid New York air clung to Leo like a second skin as he hurried past the boarded-up bookstore on Bleecker Street. He didn’t register the peeling paint, the faded lettering proclaiming “Rare & Obscure.” He…
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The Stillness Echo
## The Stillness Echo The rain smelled like wet asphalt and regret. Elias pulled his collar higher, the damp chill sinking into his bones as he watched her. Amelia sat on the park bench, head bowed, a city symphony of…
The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The hum vibrated through Elias’s teeth, a low thrum he felt more than heard. He sat in Unit L’, the padded chair molded to his form, staring at the grey wall. Grey always. It was the…
The Ash Bloom Cartography
## The Ash Bloom Cartography Old Man Tiber hadn’t smelled real salt air in forty years. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light piercing his workshop’s gloom, illuminating layers of parchment stacked like forgotten strata. He traced a…