## The Echo Bloom **Part 1: Algorithm’s Pulse – Brooklyn, 2047** Rain slicked the pavement of Red Hook, reflecting neon signs like scattered jewels. Kai wiped condensation from her augmented glasses, the city blurring into a kaleidoscope of data streams…
## The Mycelial Bloom The tremor registered a 3.2 on the Richter scale, insignificant enough to barely register on most seismic monitors. But Elias Vance, a geologist with perpetually bloodshot eyes and the nervous energy of a caged hawk, caught…
The chipped Formica of the counter felt cool under Kenji’s palms. Dust motes danced in the single bare bulb hanging above. Outside, Tokyo exhaled a gritty sigh, a city still coughing up ash, even a year after the firestorms. He…