Maya

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

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…

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…

Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…

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…

Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…

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

Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…

Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…