Angelia

Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…

Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…

What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…

Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…

The few seconds between bungling her over-practiced landing and actually slipping the black ring onto her finger were the most precarious of Hodja's entire life…

Sonata rarely had cause to visit the main floor of her building, preferring to keep to her own rented office space upstairs. Like her patients, she generally preferred privacy. But her patients had been more distracted than usual lately, reporting a wide variety of confusing phenomena upon entering the building, ever since it had been purchased by the mysterious new owners, and the bank that used to occupy the ground floor became… something else…

Nyx, amongst the orbs, avoiding self-reflection…

Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…

Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…

Elli had been angling for an invite to the Gomiumi Genomics Compound for over a year, knowing from the get-go that adding her name to the waitlist would lead only to waiting. But armed as she was with confidence, knowledge, & several years of study in Berlin under a recent Nobel Prize winner, her nascent experiments with CRISPR had drawn the interest of numerous colleagues, to such an extent that she'd been able to secure her invitation before even having to consider resorting to less savory tactics…