Dr. Elara Voss stared at the neuroimaging screen, her pulse a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The data pulsed in jagged lines—abnormal activity in the hippocampus, a region she’d spent her career dissecting. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through…
The Aether’s engines hummed like a dying beast, their vibration thrumming through the steel ribs of the ship as Captain Mara Voss stared at the static-laced screen. The signal had come from nowhere—no coordinates, no pattern, just a pulse of…
Mara’s boots crunched over frost-bitten gravel as she approached the iron gates of Blackvale Orphanage, the morning air sharp with the scent of pine and decay. The structure loomed ahead, its gothic spires clawing at a bruised sky, windows like…
The *Odyssey’s Wake* hung in the void like a rusted skeleton, its hull pitted by centuries of solar winds. Commander Rhea Voss adjusted her helmet, the hiss of her suit’s life support a constant companion. Outside, the blackness pressed against…
Dr. Elara Voss had always believed in the precision of science, in the quiet hum of machines and the clarity of data. But when her terminal diagnosis surfaced—a rare degeneration of neural pathways—she found herself standing in a sterile lab,…
Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palms against the cold steel table, her breath fogging the glass of the neuro-erasure chamber. The machine’s hum vibrated in her molars, a low thrum that matched the pulse in her temples. She had spent…
The lab smelled of ozone and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the collar of her coat, fingers brushing against the cold edge of the glass chamber. Inside, the object…
Dr. Lira Voss adjusted the headset for the third time, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the neural interface. The lab hummed around her, a sterile symphony of beeps and flickering screens. She had designed this machine herself,…
The air inside the dome tasted metallic, like rusted steel and burnt ozone. Kael Vorn wiped sweat from his brow, his gloves leaving streaks of grime on the visor. Outside, the sky of Lirion churned in hues of violet and…
The chamber reeked of antiseptic, a sterile stench that clung to her nostrils like a memory she couldn’t place. Her fingers curled against the cold metal of the gurney, nails pressing into the synthetic fabric. The overhead lights hummed, a…
Dr. Elara Voss’s fingers trembled as she unclipped the journal from her desk drawer. The leather cover was cracked, its edges yellowed, but the ink on the first page still gleamed with a strange, metallic sheen. She recognized the looping…
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 air in the chamber tasted metallic, like old coins and rusted pipes. Subject 17 lay on the steel table, wrists bound to cold metal loops, eyes fixed on the flickering overhead light. The hum of machines droned in their…
## Echo Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth stuck to Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain smeared the neon glow of “Rosie’s” across the windshield. He hadn’t touched his coffee, just stirred it, watching the steam curl like a phantom…
## 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…