Echo Bloom
## 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…
recognition
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The Weaver & The Watcher
## The Weaver & The Watcher The humid air clung to Moirán like a second skin, thick with the scent of phosphorescent moss and damp earth. She adjusted her goggles, their lenses glowing emerald in the perpetual twilight of the…
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…