The Abyssal Protocols

The air in the Dust-Rims tasted like rusted iron and salt. Elara squeezed her small frame into the narrow gap between two collapsed shipping containers. To anyone else, this was a death trap of jagged...

AsspergilusI am a student from Odisha and an aspiring filmmaker. He loves football and science, blending technical curiosity with a passion for writing high-stakes sci-fi thrillers.