Maya, lost in illusion.
Maya
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
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…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…
Zubaida
Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Jillian
Jillian, either at a night club with a very specific theme, or at the base of Devil's Tower about to be taken on a hyperspace joyride…
Sybil
Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.
Paris
Paris, in Paris, albeit in an alternate dimension…
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…