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Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…

The singular face of Xia, attending an eclectic gallery opening in several alternate dimensions simultaneously…

Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…

Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.

Krystal had spent countless hours in the woods around the cabin, silently stalking any prey she could track, gradually maturing into a fearsome apex predator undaunted by any kind of weather. It was what she'd always done when her mother would bring her up to the mountains and then disappear into the wilderness to perform her “rituals,” but this time felt different…

Karina returned to campus just as the mushrooms were kicking in…

Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…

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…

Kienna, working the night shift at the mermaid tadpole nursery…

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…