Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness.
Viviana
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Rosalia
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…
Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…
Paris
Paris, in Paris, albeit in an alternate dimension…
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…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
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…
Cleo
Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio…
Zuira
Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…
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.