Chroma Bloom
## Chroma Bloom The wind tasted of dust and ozone, a metallic tang clinging to the back of my throat. My boots crunched on calcified soil, the sound echoing strangely across the glacier’s slow crawl. It wasn’t ice, not really.…
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Bloom
## Bloom The desert shimmered, a heat haze distorting the distant mesas. Dust devils danced across the cracked earth, mimicking the chaotic churn of data flooding Dr. Aris Thorne’s console. He squinted at the screen, the red spikes a frantic…
The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like regret and old circuits. Wren coughed, pulling the rebreather tighter against her face. Above, the skeletal remains of Chicago clawed at a bruised sky, less city now than a geological oddity. Not…
The Sulfur Bloom
## The Sulfur Bloom Geneva traced a finger along the shimmering blue line on the computer screen. Seismic data. Not like anything she’s ever seen. Public sensors registered a steady drumbeat, the earth breathing normally. But *this*—captured by the experimental…