Lucia preferred the tranquility of the underwater world to the hectic, more populated surface. She'd worked with the Ocean Reef Group, helping to maintain Nemo's Garden, an agricultural experiment off the coast of the Italian Riviera that grew samples of land-based crops in underwater greenhouses called biospheres. But after storms & the pandemic cut off access to the project for months, the team was pared back to a skeleton crew, & she was cut loose. Not long into her hunt for a new job, she was contacted by a company called Reprion & recruited to work on their research submarine, the Thalassa. Eager to get back underwater, she didn't ask as many questions as she probably should have. Multiple months & dives later, she was still not entirely clear what, exactly, Reprion intended the sub & its crew to research. The sub itself was unlike any other she'd known; the tasks she was required to perform on an average day often seemed unrelated to each other, to anything the rest of the team was doing, or, at worst, to the cause of science entirely. She was presumably gathering data on newly discovered forms of aquatic life, but in her estimation, there was too much data, too many new forms of life discovered too quickly, too easily. Unlike more familiar sea life, many of them were not at all skittish, rather, they swam right up into the sub's moon pool as if happy to see her. Perhaps strangest of all, her contract stipulated that while on board, she must wear a seemingly random piece of jewelry, a smooth black ring, at all times. She still could not determine if the ring was glass, metal, ceramic, plastic… She doubted she'd ever know, unless she tried to destroy it. And despite the strangeness of her purported mission, satisfying that particular curiosity was not worth losing another well-paying gig that kept her underwater.
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From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…

Quinne
Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…
Macaria
At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…
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…
Brandy
Brandy had returned to the temple that she thought was her home, until she tried to leave again. Her main hall no longer led outside, but simply repeated itself, extending farther than she could see…
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).
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Sybil
Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.
Dizonia
Dizonia was not fooled by the assorted spirits' blatant attempt to throw her off their scent…
Katharina
Katharina, taking sweet, sweet revenge…
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