Nona
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Katharina
Katharina, taking sweet, sweet revenge…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Julietta
Julietta was proud of herself for making it up into the tree without injury, though considerably less proud of the reasons that prompted her to climb it in the first place…
Anya
Anya, directing a music video on her first night shoot…
Krystal
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…
Selene
Selene, aboard her spaceship, riding the hyperspace zipline…
Em
Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy…
Maya
Maya, lost in illusion…
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…
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).