The air inside the facility reeked of rust and static, a metallic tang clinging to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She stepped over a shattered monitor, its screen flickering with corrupted data streams. The hallway stretched before her,…
The sky above Kethra-9 pulsed with hues no human eye had ever known—shifting bands of violet and amber that rippled like liquid glass. Commander Rhea Voss adjusted her helmet’s visor, the internal comms crackling as her team spread across the…
The air in the cockpit tasted metallic, like rusted wire on the tongue. Captain Mara Voss gripped the control yoke, her knuckles pale against the worn leather. Outside the reinforced glass, the stars stretched in endless rows, cold and indifferent.…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her visor, the thin layer of frost already clinging to the lens as she stepped onto the crimson dunes of Eos-9. The air here tasted metallic, like rusted iron and burnt ozone, a constant reminder of…
The wind howled through the skeletal trees of Virelle Forest, carrying the scent of damp moss and iron. Kaela tightened her cloak against the chill, her boots crunching over frost-bitten leaves. The village of Elmhollow lay behind her, its thatched…
The air inside the facility hummed with a low, electric tension, like a storm brewing just beyond the reach of sight. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material stiff against her skin, and stared at the glass chamber…
The salt-kissed air bit at Clara’s cheeks as she adjusted the lamp’s wick, its golden glow slicing through the predawn gloom. The lighthouse had been her sanctuary since her father’s death, a place where the roar of the sea drowned…
Clara’s fingers pressed into the dough, kneading until her palms burned. The bakery’s ovens hummed, filling the air with the scent of cinnamon and toasted almonds. She had always found comfort in the rhythm of it—the slap of flour, the…
The air smelled of ozone and iron as Kaelen stepped over the cracked stone, his boots crunching on fragments of what had once been a gateway. The sky above twisted in slow, serpentine coils, its usual blue replaced by a…
The sky above Kaelos burned with hues no human had ever seen—deep violets and shifting greens that pulsed like a living thing. Captain Elara Voss stood at the edge of the research outpost, her boots crunching on the crystalline dust…
The ship ruptured at 30,000 meters, its hull screaming like a blade through flesh. Captain Mara Voss gripped the controls, her knuckles white as the altimeter spun. Below, Virelia’s surface loomed—a sapphire expanse flecked with obsidian scars. The mist clung…
The first thing she noticed was the smell—sharp, metallic, like rusted wire and burnt hair. It clung to her nostrils, sharp and insistent, as if the air itself had been boiled clean. Her eyelids fluttered open to a white ceiling,…
Clara stepped off the stagecoach as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the dusty town of Red Creek. The air smelled of pine and burnt wood, a sharp contrast to the saltwater tang she’d known all her life.…
The air in the sublevel lab smelled like metal and static, a sharp tang that clung to the back of her throat. Mara’s boots scuffed against the linoleum as she stepped into the chamber, her breath fogging the glass of…
## The Loom of Echoes Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof, a frantic drumbeat mimicking Elara’s pulse. The workshop smelled of damp wool and ozone—a familiar scent, a comfort in the relentless grayness of Dustbowl, Nebraska. She adjusted her…