## The Bloom Weaver The chipped porcelain of the mug warmed Elias’s hands, but didn’t touch the chill clinging to his bones. Rain lashed against the window of the Archive, mimicking the rhythmic throb behind his eyes. He hadn’t slept…
## The Bloom Echo The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the plate glass window, blurring the neon sign of ‘Rosie’s’ into a smeared crimson halo. Ten years. A decade spent…
## Klawed Gardens The chipped rim of the teacup felt cool against Elara’s thumb. Not a hairline fracture, exactly. More like a starburst of stress, radiating from an old repair. She turned it slowly in the light filtering through the…
In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, nestled beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, lay the bustling gnome village of Thimblewick. This wasn’t your ordinary settlement of pint-sized folk; it was a hub of fervor, excitement, and unbridled…