
The Cipher of Luminous Hollow
The first time Elara Voss saw the Lumen Core, it was not in a lab. It was in a dream—no, a memory. A flicker of light behind her eyelids, a hum in her teeth, the scent of ozone and old…
The first time Elara Voss saw the Lumen Core, it was not in a lab. It was in a dream—no, a memory. A flicker of light behind her eyelids, a hum in her teeth, the scent of ozone and old…
The first snow fell on the morning Mara returned to Blackwood, dusting the pine needles and frost-bitten branches with a brittle white sheen. She hadn’t set foot in the town since her brother’s disappearance ten years ago, but the letter—sealed…
Dr. Elara Voss had never believed in ghosts. The sterile hum of the lab’s air purifiers and the flicker of data streams on her screen were her only companions, and even then, they felt like relics of a world she’d…
Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the wind tugged at her coat. The town of Black Hollow sat like a wound in the earth, its buildings hunched against the cold. She hadn’t set foot here…
The rain tapped the window like a stranger knocking for entry. Mara pulled her coat tighter, fingers brushing the cold glass. The town of Black Hollow had always felt like a place between worlds, its pines thick with secrets and…
The air inside the facility was thin, cold, and humming with a static that prickled the skin. Dr. Elara Voss stood at the threshold of the chamber, her breath fogging in the dim light. The artifact sat on its pedestal,…
Mara traced the symbol’s edges with her thumb, the grooves still wet from the storm. The tree had been there for decades, its bark thick and knotted, but the carving—this jagged spiral—was new. She glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting to…
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the dirt path into a slick ribbon of mud. Lena Voss tightened her coat against the chill, her boots squelching with every step. The town of Black Hollow hadn’t changed in twenty years—except…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like the breath of some ancient machine. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic fabric crackling as she stepped into the observation chamber. Through the reinforced glass,…
The morning air hung thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and decaying leaves, a cloying perfume that clung to Clara’s coat as she stepped off the rusted bus. The town of Blackmoor sprawled before her, its crooked buildings leaning…
The air inside the facility hummed with a low, electric charge, like the moment before a storm. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material creaking as she stepped into the containment chamber. The glass walls shimmered under the…
Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palm to the glass, feeling a hum beneath her skin. The chamber’s cold air bit through her lab coat, but the vibration in the floorboards kept her rooted. Inside the containment unit, the artifact pulsed—a…
The air in Sector 7-B hummed like a trapped wasp, its frequency vibrating through the steel floorboards and into Elara Voss’s boots. She adjusted the collar of her lab coat, fingers brushing against the cold metal of the containment unit’s…
The rain fell in sheets as Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the mud of Cedar Hollow’s main road. The town had not changed—a patchwork of sagging porches, rusted fences, and the acrid tang of…
The air in the subterranean lab tasted metallic, like rusted steel and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, fingers brushing against the cold, polished surface of the containment unit. Inside, the orb pulsed—softly at first, then with a rhythm…