Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio.
Cleo
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
Xia
The singular face of Xia, attending an eclectic gallery opening in several alternate dimensions simultaneously…
Lilith
Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…
Renata
Renata, trying to stay dry after the show, beginning to wonder what's taking her driver so long…
Macaria
At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
Parker
Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…
Jania
Jania (and her Prince) ready to receive visitors in the royal aquarium…
Xerew
Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).
Maya
Maya, lost in illusion…