Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Wren
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
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…
Katharina
Katharina, taking sweet, sweet revenge…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Dani
Dani often dreamt she was jumping around an inflatable bounce house, but she'd never before woken up in one…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
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…
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…
Pasithea
Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…
Raven
Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…