Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked.
Parker
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
Samara
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…
Ryder
Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…
Cleo
Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Zuira
Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…
Fiola
Fiola, visiting her favorite species at an otherworldly aquarium…