Brandy

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. Her considerable powers of growth, regeneration, and healing were rendered useless in terms of finding an escape, but typically, she was more worried about the others she would be unable to aid while she was trapped here than she was about her own imprisonment. And perhaps even more disturbingly, she could feel she was being watched, by someone or something...

From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…

Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…

Prescilla believes in the cyberpunk future we all deserve…

Despite having gone to the lake in the woods with a trunk full of costume changes and the express intent to be photographed, Arabella could not shake the eerie sensation that she was being watched by additional, unseen eyes.

Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…

Pherusa doesn't yet own her own guitar, but finds that wherever she goes, she somehow always ends up with one anyway…

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…

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

Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…

Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…

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

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