Bloomfall
## Bloomfall The air tasted like wet moss and ozone. It always did, this high above the Shimmering Canopy. Kaelen tightened his grip on the reins of his Sky-Strider, a creature resembling a cross between a lemur and a hummingbird,…
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The Bloomlands
## Echo Bloom The wind tasted of rust and regret. Elara knelt, fingers tracing the skeletal branches of a petrified oak. Its leaves hadn’t fallen. They *became* stone, smooth and grey against her palm. Ten days. That’s how long it…