Ephemeral Bloom in Concrete Fields
The city breathes a cold indifference, doesn’t it? Another grey dawn
Shadow Syndicate
Veridian Bloom
The rain tasted like ash tonight, another cleansing ritual the city wouldn&
Stone Whispers and Forgotten Bonds
The air here tasted of ozone and old power, a rare commodity
The Obsidian Bloom
The rain always knew where to find him. A predictable pattern, really,
