## 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 Resonance of Ghosts Rain lashed against the windows of Elara’s studio, mimicking the relentless drumming in Julian’s skull. He sat hunched on a worn armchair, staring at his hands – pale, trembling things that felt foreign to him.…
## Echo Bloom The rain tasted like wet slate. Not the clean, metallic tang of a storm brewing, but the aged mineral taste of something ancient, unearthed. Elara spat, pushing a strand of damp auburn hair from her face. The…