Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring, so far unaware of the horrible success wrought after following the previous one…
Lilith
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Arae
Arae (and... Friend?) wishing you a smile-free (yet still happy) Halloween season…
Cleo
Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Dizonia
Dizonia was not fooled by the assorted spirits' blatant attempt to throw her off their scent…
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).
Fiola
Fiola, visiting her favorite species at an otherworldly aquarium…
Inka
Inka, aware of the Minders for several years now and long past cycling through self-doubt (am I dreaming? high? crazy?), had simply accepted their presence, and the fact that no one else seemed to be able to see them, as a novel fact of her life. For the most part, they just floated around, though it was clear from the get-go that they gravitated toward populated areas…
Yarine
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…
Hodja
The few seconds between bungling her over-practiced landing and actually slipping the black ring onto her finger were the most precarious of Hodja's entire life…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…