The Weight of Forgotten Light
Dr. Elias Voss had always preferred the silence of his lab to the noise of the world. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mingling with the faint ozone hum of machinery. His hands, stained with ink and…
reality manipulation
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Chroma Bloom
## Chroma Bloom The wind tasted of dust and ozone, a metallic tang clinging to the back of my throat. My boots crunched on calcified soil, the sound echoing strangely across the glacier’s slow crawl. It wasn’t ice, not really.…