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Page 1 — Spores in the Dawn
Violet dawn bled across the fungal ridges of Agartha-9, where cathedral-high mushroom spires whispered in bioluminescent hush. Deep in the mycelial catacombs, a lone glide-craft dreamed beneath crystal-webbing—a relic the spore-sages called the Starglider. Its heart, a Prism Core, pulsed once every decade, drinking stray photons and liquefying them into kaleidoscopic fuel.

Tonight it pulsed twice.

Raine Arclith, fugitive techno-mancer, tasted the second heartbeat as a tingle behind her eyes. She pressed a palm to the craft’s nacreous hull; color rippled up her arm, mapping neural constellations onto skin. She’s ready, the thought sang. Outside, distant sirens signaled that the Order of Chromancers had discovered her theft of a forbidden map—the coordinates of the Arcane Vortex, a wormhole said to braid time like rope.

Raine slipped into the pilot’s cradle. Filaments of living glass snaked around her wrists, melding vein to vein. The Prism Core bloomed, flooding the cockpit with refracted starlight. Alarms blared in the tunnels; armored footsteps clanged nearer. Raine exhaled a spore-laden breath.

“Wake up, old girl,” she whispered. The craft shuddered.

A roar split the caverns—the roof shattered into powder, and the Starglider rocketed skyward in a plume of neon spores. Gravity tore loose; mushroom spires bowed away as if saluting her escape. Beneath the hull, the planet’s crust glowed like ember-glass.

She punched into the upper atmosphere, leaving Agartha-9 behind as a shrinking, iridescent pearl. Ahead spilled the infinite dark, but Raine felt no fear; the Core thrummed like a second heart, eager to ride the Slipstream hidden inside the Arcane Vortex.


Continues on the website: 
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