Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring, and thus feeling untouchable enough to take a subterranean shortcut she would otherwise have avoided.
Farrah
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Nyx
Nyx, amongst the orbs, avoiding self-reflection…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
Tawai
Tawai, arriving at a dinner party only to discover that not all of the guests appear to be strictly human…
Macaria
At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…
Talula
Talula had come to prefer hosting her own gatherings rather than visiting anyone else's home, as few other hosts turned out to be amenable to the trail of flora that sprang up from whatever surface she'd just stepped upon. She was gradually training herself to control the appearance and rate of growth of this vegetative trail, but for the moment it was still beyond her ability to stop it completely…
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Rosalia
Rosalia had never been a daydreamer. Nor had her dreams at night meant much to her or stuck with her through the days. She was fine with this, blessed with an innate talent to find fulfillment in the pragmatic. What life threw her way, she enjoyed tackling, even when it felt like life was throwing an abundance of pipe wrenches at her ankles…
Pherusa
Pherusa doesn't yet own her own guitar, but finds that wherever she goes, she somehow always ends up with one anyway…
Augusta
Augusta, haunted by the many ghosts of her childhood…
Parker
Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…