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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The Bloomlands
## Echo Bloom The wind tasted of rust and regret. Elara knelt, fingers tracing the skeletal branches of a petrified oak. Its leaves hadn’t fallen. They *became* stone, smooth and grey against her palm. Ten days. That’s how long it…
The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The dust tasted like regret. Dr. Elara Reyes kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the cracked earth of the Xantus Valley. Twenty-eight years. That’s how long she’d avoided this place. The scent of…
The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The chipped ceramic mug warmed Elias’s hands, the bitter chicory scent barely cutting through the damp cellar smell. Rain lashed against the single high window, each gust a percussion note against the stone. He traced the…
Resonance and Remembrance
The dust tasted like regret. Fine, ochre powder clung to my tongue, coating the back of my throat with a grit that mirrored the weight in my chest. I watched Veridia shrink beneath the grey, and it wasn’t a romantic…