## The Memory Bloom Rain hammered the corrugated iron roof of Dr. Elara Reyes’ research station, a relentless drumbeat against a backdrop of emerald chaos. The Atacama rainforest clung to the slopes of the Andes, thick with unseen life and…
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cool beneath Lux’s elbows. Rain lashed against the plate glass window, mirroring the static fizz in her head. Not a headache, exactly. More like fragmented radio signals –…
## The Sunstone Weaver The rain tasted like static. Kai spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Three cycles since he’d walked on solid earth that *didn’t* shimmer with temporal bleed. Now, the canopy dripped fractured memories – a flash…