Where Words Melt Away
A low rumble of traffic thrummed through the crowded streets as Lena stepped off the last bus of the evening. […]
A low rumble of traffic thrummed through the crowded streets as Lena stepped off the last bus of the evening. […]
A column of phosphorescent code rippled across the night sky above Rhizopolis, flickering green and gold in the hazy neon
Quinn hunched behind a half-collapsed holo-ad tower as neon rain dripped from welded metal gutters. The streets throbbed with the
A hush settled over the village as the sun’s last rays stretched long and thin across the rooftops. People stepped
In the village’s dim half-light before sunrise, a bent figure emerged from a lean-to at the edge of a clearing.
When the wooden crate washed ashore, few noticed it at first. It bobbed in the shallow surf at daybreak, and
Every Sunday, Arturo sat on his narrow stool by the window, polishing a brass pocket watch that didn’t belong to
Every morning, just before dawn, the people of Cerro de Luna gathered near the old plaza to watch the spoons
They called her a conductor of worlds. She had a name, of course—Melinda—but people whispered “world-weaver” as she passed. Her
It was in a half-forgotten annex of the University of La Plata that I first heard the whispers of the