Dr. Elara Voss stepped off the skiff, her boots crunching on permafrost as the wind clawed at her parka. The Arctic research station loomed ahead, a skeletal structure of steel and glass half-buried in snow. She adjusted her gloves, fingers…
The air in Veylan’s market was thick with the scent of spiced meat and burning incense, a haze that clung to Kaela’s skin as she darted between stalls. Her fingers brushed the edge of a vendor’s cloth bundle, and a…
The air in Emberfall smelled of smoke and iron, a scent Kaela had known since birth. Her fingers traced the grooves of the lantern she carried, its glass surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. The…
## The Resonance Bloom The rain tasted of iron. Elara wiped her face, the droplets tracing paths through the dust clinging to her skin. The sky bled grey above Oakhaven, a relentless drizzle mirroring the damp chill that settled deep…
## The Bloom The air hung thick, sweet with pollen dust that clung to my throat. It tasted like sunshine and something else—something ancient, almost metallic. I ran a hand across the velvety petal of a Skybloom, its color shifting…