Augusta

Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio…

Samara was charged with protection of the sacred forest. Since early childhood, she had been trained by the Coven in the ancient ways of her peoples' magic. The Dozen Mothers took turns guiding her through the dark woods, each imparting her own share of esoteric knowledge, gradually imbuing her with the power required to hear the breathing of the trees, to communicate in birdsong, to summon lightning from the clouds. Eventually, she began to feel the forest as an extension of herself, or rather, that she herself was an extension of the forest…

Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…

Prescilla believes in the cyberpunk future we all deserve…

Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…

Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…

Brandy had returned to the temple that she thought was her home, until she tried to leave again. Her main hall no longer led outside, but simply repeated itself, extending farther than she could see…

Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…

Anya, directing a music video on her first night shoot…

Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…