Pasithea

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

Dizonia was not fooled by the assorted spirits' blatant attempt to throw her off their scent…

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…

Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…

Mila & Milana loved nothing more than to scare the crap out of hotel guests, lingering in the long hallways for hours, waiting for one unsuspecting innocent after another to come around a corner and spot them…

Anya, directing a music video on her first night shoot…

Zofya had long ago achieved a level of fame at which everyone knew her last name, but rarely felt a need to use it. She was a singular talent, a fact made all the more evident by the unprecedented scope of her interplanetary concert tour, and her insistence on traveling to perform in the flesh, rather than relying on the industry standard remote holographic projections. Still, by the last leg of her year-long journey around the galaxy, she was as ready as anyone would be to get home to Earth and take a break.

Dani often dreamt she was jumping around an inflatable bounce house, but she'd never before woken up in one…

Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…

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).