## The Weaver & The Watcher The humid air clung to Moirán like a second skin, thick with the scent of phosphorescent moss and damp earth. She adjusted her goggles, their lenses glowing emerald in the perpetual twilight of the…
## The Chroma Bloom The humid New York air clung to Leo like a second skin as he hurried past the boarded-up bookstore on Bleecker Street. He didn’t register the peeling paint, the faded lettering proclaiming “Rare & Obscure.” He…
## The Cartographer’s Shadow The rain smelled of exhaust and something vaguely floral, a weird combination clinging to the cracked pavement outside Elias’s office. Neon signs bled their colors onto wet asphalt, painting a smear of pink and green across…