## Trenchsong The salt spray stung Ardea’s face, a familiar slap across her skin. Below, the submersible *Charybdis* descended into Monterey Canyon, its powerful lights cutting through the perpetual twilight. Her fingers danced across the console, calibrating the hydrophones, each…
## The Bloom Collector The salt spray tasted like ghosts. Wren traced the chipped Formica of the galley table, knuckles white against the faded blue. Outside, the *Cerulean’s* hull hummed, a low thrum against the perpetual gray of the Pacific.…
## The Lumina Weaver The salt spray stung Elara’s face as she wrestled with the submersible’s hatch. Gears groaned, a rusty protest against her persistent tugging. Beneath the churning turquoise of the Azure Sea lay more than just coral reefs…