## The Resonance of Ghosts Rain lashed against the windows of Elara’s studio, mimicking the relentless drumming in Julian’s skull. He sat hunched on a worn armchair, staring at his hands – pale, trembling things that felt foreign to him.…
## Roots & Rhythms The dust swirled, a rusty ochre cloud mimicking the sunset bleeding across Yosemite’s granite face. Amelia clutched her worn leather satchel, squinting against the grit as she surveyed the skeletal frame of what would soon be…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the Helix, a sound like a thousand frantic fingers drumming. Below, the city – or what was left of it – bled into an oppressive grey. Layers upon layers of concrete…