## Lumina’s Echo The rain tasted like ash, a familiar tang on Elara’s tongue. She knelt beside the obsidian monolith, its surface slick with falling stars – not actual stars, of course. Lumina dust. Tiny slivers of solidified light shed…
## The Static Bloom The salt-sting tasted like regret on Elias’s tongue. He hadn’t expected the air to *feel* this thick, not after weeks cycling through sterilization protocols. The retrieval ship’s bay doors hissed open, revealing a bruised violet sky…
## The Echo Bloom The air tasted of sulfur and iron, a familiar tang to Lyra. Her boots crunched on obsidian dust as she descended the geothermal stairwell, the rhythmic pulse of the earth thrumming against her ribs. Above, the…
## The Static Bloom The salt spray tasted like iron, clung to Maya’s eyelashes. Three sunrises bled into one another on the horizon – a bruised violet, an angry ochre, and the dull ruby of K’tharr. She hadn’t slept properly…
## The Sunstone Weaver The rain tasted like static. Kai spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Three cycles since he’d walked on solid earth that *didn’t* shimmer with temporal bleed. Now, the canopy dripped fractured memories – a flash…