The Hearth In The Clay

Chapter 1: The Taste of Ozone and PenniesThe rain on Kaelo-9 didn’t fall in drops; it drifted in shimmering, magnetic curtains that tasted like ozone and old pennies. It was a sensory assault that rem...

Niharika DYNiharika DY writes science fiction that breathes. Obsessed with the "tethers" between memory and technology , she believes the heart of a story is found in its smallest details- like a cracked ceramic mug at the edge of the universe.