Sonata rarely had cause to visit the main floor of her building, preferring to keep to her own rented office space upstairs. Like her patients, she generally preferred privacy. But her patients had been more distracted than usual lately, reporting a wide variety of confusing phenomena upon entering the building, ever since it had been purchased by the mysterious new owners, and the bank that used to occupy the ground floor became… something else. She still wasn't sure what, exactly, that was, even now that she was sitting in the middle of it, having come down to see for herself, and perhaps file a complaint. Not that she expected such a submission on her part would end up anywhere but the trash bin. There was far more at play here than mere unruly neighbors. The person she'd been directed to speak with was almost certainly not a person, although he looked more like one than most of the others in attendance. She thought about bringing up the elephant in the room, which was certainly not an elephant, but she felt its many eyes following her, and though it didn't appear to have ears, she suspected it could hear every word she said, if not also her thoughts. Best to be cordial, she thought, explain the situation politely, request courtesy in the future, and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. After all, she couldn't be sure that these not-quite-people hadn't once been actual people, who'd maybe wandered in to use an ATM that was no longer there and found themselves unwilling or unable to leave, as some hideous influence began to silently transform their cells, a slowly gathering exponential flood of derangement…
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Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Yarine
For as long as she could remember, Yarine had been able to lucid dream. Growing up with this inherent ability, for her, dreaming seemed like just another series of realities, and likewise, waking life often felt like merely her most persistent (and most obstinate) dream…
Augusta
Augusta, haunted by the many ghosts of her childhood…
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…
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.
Lucia
Lucia preferred the tranquility of the underwater world to the hectic, more populated surface. She'd worked with the Ocean Reef Group, helping to maintain Nemo's Garden, an agricultural experiment off the coast of the Italian Riviera that grew samples of land-based crops in underwater greenhouses called biospheres. But after storms & the pandemic cut off access to the project for months, the team was pared back to a skeleton crew, & she was cut loose. Not long into her hunt for a new job, she was contacted by a company called Reprion & recruited to work on their research submarine, the Thalassa. Eager to get back underwater, she didn't ask as many questions as she probably should have…
Giuliana
The night before her 18th birthday, Giuliana fell asleep on Earth for the last time. Later, she realized it was far from the first time she'd been abducted. Numerous troubling occurrences—occasionally inexplicable happenings that had punched confounding holes throughout the continuity of her childhood & adolescent memories—suddenly all pieced themselves together into a coherent, canonical whole, for which her current situation, light years removed from Earth, became the only possible, inevitable adulthood.
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…
Ether
Ether lived in a liminal space. Though her childhood had been Earth-typical, in her teens she'd begun to "phase out," not mentally (like every other high school student), but physically. From her perspective, her surroundings & everyone in them would disappear, leaving behind a bare scaffolding of wherever she'd started, seeming both under construction & on its last legs simultaneously…
Zubaida
Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Cleo
Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio…
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