Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year.
Persephone
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Tiziana
Tiziana knew by now that she was not really in a magical forest, but she still couldn't help frequently forgetting that fact, because the forest was very good at pretending to be a forest, and even better at pretending to be magical…
Nyx
Nyx, amongst the orbs, avoiding self-reflection…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Millie
The first time Millie was suddenly cornered by several black SUVs, hooded and herded into one of them by burly men wearing suits, sunglasses and earpieces, she'd reacted as you might imagine anyone would…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
Quinne
Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Sora
Sora had been hearing a lot about the Museum of the Odd since her mother Raven had started working there a few months ago, finally piquing her curiosity enough to compel her to apply for a summer internship…
Fiola
Fiola, visiting her favorite species at an otherworldly aquarium…