Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Zubaida
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…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Mae
Mae, honestly not all that surprised to confirm that giving herself an impromptu tarot reading at the behest of a whispered voice emanating from a black ring would have immediate and particularly harrowing repercussions…
Lyssa
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
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…
Augusta
Augusta, haunted by the many ghosts of her childhood…
Sonata
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…
Arae
Arae (and... Friend?) wishing you a smile-free (yet still happy) Halloween season…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…