Rosalia had never been a daydreamer. Nor had her dreams at night meant much to her or stuck with her through the days. She was fine with this, blessed with an innate talent to find fulfillment in the pragmatic. What life threw her way, she enjoyed tackling, even when it felt like life was throwing an abundance of pipe wrenches at her ankles. She had no time for fantasy, nor inclination to lament its absence. She did, however, appreciate beauty when she saw it, and was, like anyone she knew, drawn to it and inspired by it. She had not considered this tendency a weakness until after it led her to slip on the black ring (or had it led the ring to her?) The voices it cast into her head threw her life into immediate disarray. They offered her magical solutions to practical problems she thought she'd already solved, forcing her to second guess her original choices. The solidity of her existence dissolved into a roiling ocean of doubt, against which she struggled mightily just to keep breathing. After less than two days, she threw the ring away, without even turning to see where it landed. But later that evening, it was on her finger again. She disposed of it at least a dozen times more, literally flushed it down the toilet (more than once), yet it always reappeared. Finally, she just stared it down, glaring at her hand in silence until the ring faded away on its own. She considered this a victory, until she noticed the ring's parting gift, at first in the bathroom mirror: numerous colors in her hair that she hadn't put there. Then the colors were on the mirror, and around it, and spreading onto and staining everything in sight. A pointless, cumbersome power no one had asked for, or likely ever would have. But she knew the game. The ring wanted her to find it again. Only now was she compelled to care enough to ask why.
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Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Pasithea
Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…
Kenise
Most guests at an art opening, particularly one located in a sizable outdoor sculpture garden, showed up with maximum intent to schmooze. Kenise, on the other hand, became schmoozed out especially swiftly, and thus preferred to sneak away and absorb herself in sketching…
Arabella
Despite having gone to the lake in the woods with a trunk full of costume changes and the express intent to be photographed, Arabella could not shake the eerie sensation that she was being watched by additional, unseen eyes.
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…
Elyria
When Elyria found the black ring, she used it as an escape hatch from her own life, exempting herself from the toils of work & school & embarking on a vacation cruise around the world. She wanted a life worth taking pictures of, like so many others' lives she'd been following online. But after a few months at sea, & stops at more than a dozen tropical destinations, she found herself once again growing just as bored as she'd been at work & at school. She began to feel as if the very palm trees were mocking her, the rolling tides laughing at the flimsiness of her wishes.
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Jillian
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…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
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