Verdant Spire
The air in Verdant Spire hung thick with the scent of damp moss and iron. Kael’s boots crunched over gravel as he climbed the spiraling roots of the city’s central tree, its bark etched with cracks that pulsed faintly, like…
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The Cartographer’s Bloom
## The Cartographer’s Bloom The rain felt like cold needles against Elara’s skin, plastering a strand of dark hair to her cheek. She squinted at the sprawling Greenhaven Cemetery, rows upon rows of granite and marble gleaming wetly under a…
Bloom
## Bloom The rain tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she scrubbed at the grimy window of her Portland apartment. Another gray morning, another shift at The Green Thumb, a trendy plant shop where she pretended to care…
The Hummn Weaver
## The Hummn Weaver The dust tasted like rust and regret. Elara spat, the gritty particles clinging to her cracked lips. Above, a canopy of Lumiflor pulsed violet light, their petals unfurling with an almost obscene haste. Overnight blooms, they…