The singular face of Xia, attending an eclectic gallery opening in several alternate dimensions simultaneously.
Xia
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Jania
Jania (and her Prince) ready to receive visitors in the royal aquarium…
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…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Xerew
Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).
Mila & Milana
Mila & Milana loved nothing more than to scare the crap out of hotel guests, lingering in the long hallways for hours, waiting for one unsuspecting innocent after another to come around a corner and spot them…
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…
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
Pherusa
Pherusa doesn't yet own her own guitar, but finds that wherever she goes, she somehow always ends up with one anyway…
Flynne
Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work…