Part 5 – Seeds of the Self

The Hollow Bloom Part 5 – Seeds of the Self The sun had not returned. It hadn’t rained, either. The world outside the Bloom was… off. The trees leaned in strange directions. Birds moved in silence. The breeze carried a heaviness that didn’t belong to the air. It belonged to something older. The Bastards sat […]
Part 4: What Grows in Silence

The Hollow Bloom Part 4: What Grows in Silence The glyph on Hanh’s wrist pulsed. Not with light—but with memory. Not his own. He staggered back from the lake’s edge, hand clutched to his arm, teeth grinding against the pressure rising through his veins. It wasn’t poison. It was knowledge. And it wasn’t meant for […]