Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio.
Cleo
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
Arae
Arae (and... Friend?) wishing you a smile-free (yet still happy) Halloween season…
Fiola
Fiola, visiting her favorite species at an otherworldly aquarium…
Samara
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…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Dani
Dani often dreamt she was jumping around an inflatable bounce house, but she'd never before woken up in one…
Tiziana
Tiziana knew by now that she was not really in a magical forest, but she still couldn't help frequently forgetting that fact, because the forest was very good at pretending to be a forest, and even better at pretending to be magical…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Kienna
Kienna, working the night shift at the mermaid tadpole nursery…
Sybil
Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.