Dani often dreamt she was jumping around an inflatable bounce house, but she'd never before woken up in one. Quite sure she wasn't dreaming, rather than jumping around, she explored her surroundings, which turned out to be disturbingly dream-like. Rather than a single "room" with netted views of the exterior, she explored a series of ribbed tunnels, none with any views outside whatsoever, some narrow enough to require her to crawl through. There was a low thrumming vibration throughout, which she thought at first might be the fan, but its intensity did not seem to change as she moved, which eliminated its potential to help her navigate. She eventually found herself in a large orange chamber with an undulating blue floor. She thought, quite automatically, that this would be a perfect place to bounce, until she noticed the objects rolling around the floor. Bones. Human bones. The room began to fill with a thick, clear liquid, seemingly seeping upward through the floor. It flowed under one of her boots (when had she gotten dressed?) and the sole began to hiss and smoke, rapidly dissolving into a gummy mess. She hopped away backwards, just far enough from the edge of what was now a growing pool, leaning against the soft wall for a brief moment, intending to pull off the boot, but it had stopped decaying before the sole had been eaten all the way through. She turned to the passage she'd used to enter, but it had shrunk to the size of her fist. Then, her nails digging into her palms, she remembered the black ring. She wasn't sure she would be wearing it, but there it was, on her left index finger. She loosened her grip and smiled.
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About My Process
I used to try to crank these out more quickly to have content to post on a more regular basis, but as I've continued along this path I've gotten (not unexpectedly) more perfectionist about my output, and with my gradually improving Photoshop chops plus the ever-expanding/constantly-updating world of AI image generators, it's difficult to resist going back to older pieces and enhancing/tightening them up. Krea.ai has a decent online enhancement/enlargement tool, but its effects, if not tempered, can often just add extraneous lines to everything while decreasing saturation and contrast.

Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

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Elli
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…
Julietta
Julietta was proud of herself for making it up into the tree without injury, though considerably less proud of the reasons that prompted her to climb it in the first place…
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Pherusa
Pherusa doesn't yet own her own guitar, but finds that wherever she goes, she somehow always ends up with one anyway…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
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).
Zofya
Zofya had long ago achieved a level of fame at which everyone knew her last name, but rarely felt a need to use it. She was a singular talent, a fact made all the more evident by the unprecedented scope of her interplanetary concert tour, and her insistence on traveling to perform in the flesh, rather than relying on the industry standard remote holographic projections. Still, by the last leg of her year-long journey around the galaxy, she was as ready as anyone would be to get home to Earth and take a break.
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Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…
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