Jania

Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…

Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…

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).

Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…

Anya, directing a music video on her first night shoot…

For as long as she could remember, Yarine had been able to lucid dream. Growing up with this inherent ability, for her, dreaming seemed like just another series of realities, and likewise, waking life often felt like merely her most persistent (and most obstinate) dream…

At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…

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…

Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…

Dani often dreamt she was jumping around an inflatable bounce house, but she'd never before woken up in one…