Author name: illphated

illphated In a dusty, sun-blasted town where time moved slower than a rattlesnake in the cold, there walked a man […]

illphated In the year 2147, the city of Lysantium pulsed like a living organism—its chrome veins alive with current, its

Jim She stood where the metal ended and the frozen dust began—right at the edge, where the dome lights flickered

Jim She stood where the metal ended and the frozen dust began—right at the edge, where the dome lights flickered

illphated She didn’t scream when she was born—Europa babies don’t. The ammonia-thick air and the gravity-sick lights don’t inspire the

illphated At the edge of time, where the old Alamo shimmered in neon against a Blade Runner sky, stood one