## Lumina’s Echo The rain tasted like ash, a familiar tang on Elara’s tongue. She knelt beside the obsidian monolith, its surface slick with falling stars – not actual stars, of course. Lumina dust. Tiny slivers of solidified light shed…
## Echo Bloom The wind tasted of salt and dust, a familiar sting on Elara’s skin. She adjusted the woven sun-shield over her eyes, squinting at the shimmer rising from the Sapphire Waste. Ten moons it had been since the…
## The Echo Weaver The steam rose, thick and sweet, tasting of minerals and ancient stone. Elara brushed it away from her face, focusing on the low thrum vibrating through the cavern floor. It wasn’t a steady pulse; it shifted,…
## The Sulfur Bloom Geneva traced a finger along the shimmering blue line on the computer screen. Seismic data. Not like anything she’s ever seen. Public sensors registered a steady drumbeat, the earth breathing normally. But *this*—captured by the experimental…
## The Bloom Echo The chipped ceramic mug warmed Leo’s hands, the synth-coffee doing little for the chill that clung to him. Outside the observation dome, the *Artemis VI* shuddered. Not violently, but a low thrum that vibrated through bone.…
## The Cartographer’s Echo Dust motes danced in the violet shafts slicing through Old Man Tiber’s workshop. The light, fractured seven ways over Aestinwy’s sun prisms, tasted like ozone and regret. I ran a thumb across the vellum stretched taut…