Christ Jane
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Beneath the Ashes
The sky was a canvas of ash and despair, a perpetual gray that swallowed the horizon. Years after the Great Collapse, humanity had been reduced to scattered factions, clinging to life in the ruins of a world they once ruled. The cities, once monuments to human achievement, were now silent graveyards of steel and stone.
By Christ Jane12 months ago in Art
Under the Neon Sky
The neon lights of the city pulsed like a heartbeat, casting an eerie glow over the rain-soaked streets. No one dared to speak of the darkness that festered beneath the surface—the underworld of Arcadia. To the public, it was a city of innovation, where technology bent to the will of its elite. But beneath the shining towers, in the cracked alleys and hidden corners, a different world thrived. And Detective Jaxon Steele had seen it all.
By Christ Jane12 months ago in Criminal
The Forgotten Heir
The winds of evolution blew over the ancient city of Elviria, drawing secrets of a forgotten history entombed under centuries of smothering dust. Elena Monroe had always considered herself typical—a librarian, a quiet person, with a love of history. However, on the day when the letter arrived to her, her life will never be the same.
By Christ Janeabout a year ago in Art
Echoes of Tomorrow
The first time that Mia heard it, it was like being touched by the wind in the voice, gentle but impossible to ignore. Sitting on her balcony, she had been captivated by the beauty of the City lights, the little flashes of light that moved across the night sky as they danced street by street, up and down, and across everything, until the whine of the unwanted static that emanated from the base of the old radio that sat on the coffee table hit her in the middle of the act.
By Christ Janeabout a year ago in Art
Digital Shadows
Digital Shadows: The Hacker Who Became a Hero In the cluttered room, the weak light emitted by a single LCD screen flashed all over. Marcus Kane, "ShadowByte", relaxed in his seat and let his fingers pause over his keyboard. The sound of his own-built PC was the only sound other than the occasional drip of rain at the window.
By Christ Janeabout a year ago in BookClub
