## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like static. Not unpleasant, just… unusual. Elara licked the droplets clinging to her cheekbone, a faint hum vibrating against her skin. Everything did these days. It was the Bloom, they called it. A city-wide…
## The Grain Whisperers The wind tasted of wet earth and coming rain. Elias wiped the grit from his calloused palm, squinting at the twin masts of Farmer Holm’s semaphore tower. Rain threatened; a sullen gray pressed down on the…
## The Echo Bloom Rain lashed against the diner window, blurring the neon glow of “Lou’s Eats.” Inside, the smell of burnt coffee and frying bacon clung to everything. Amelia traced a damp circle on the Formica tabletop with her…
## The Echo Bloom Rain lashed against the ferroconcrete of Sector 7, each drop a tiny hammer blow. Elara huddled deeper into her threadbare coat, the damp chill seeping through despite layers of worn synthetics. She watched a Nomari courier…
The rain smelled of salt and something else—rotting kelp, maybe, clinging to the stone walls. Twilight bled across Haven’s harbor, a bruised purple and grey where the jagged cliffs met the restless sea. It wasn’t a pretty harbor, not anymore.…
Act 1: The Discovery & Isolation The rain in Seattle was a constant, grey companion. Elias Thorne found a certain comfort in it, a mirroring of the relentless data streams that consumed his life. He’d spent the last five years…