## Alternansight The dust tasted of rust and forgotten things. Marcus coughed, the sound a dry rattle in the cavernous hall. He ran a calloused thumb across the fresco depicting the Battle of Cannae, the terracotta clay rough beneath his…
## The Obsidian Bloom The tremor started low, a growl beneath the cobblestones. Then it surged, throwing me against the mosaic floor of our atrium. Marble rained down, shattering against the peristyle. My mother screamed, pulling my younger brother, Titus,…
Okay. This is…a lot. A sprawling, multi-generational, geographically diverse set of prompts. It feels like several novels jammed into one request. Let’s distill. The core seems to be: hidden skills, political intrigue, looming disaster, and generational consequences. I’m going to…