Node Seven
## Node Seven The rain tasted metallic, a constant film on everything in Sector Gamma. Elara wiped her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leaving a smear of grey against her skin. She’s been tasting it for fourteen…
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A Seed of Rebellion
## The Gradient The rain tasted metallic. Not a pleasant tang, more like licking rusted rebar after a storm. Elara spat it out, the droplets clinging to her chin like stubborn silver beads. Above, the bioluminescent canopy pulsed with a…
The Echo Bloom
## 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…