Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Zubaida
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Nyx
Nyx, amongst the orbs, avoiding self-reflection…
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…
Tricia
There was no universe in which Tricia was not obsessed with flight. In tandem with her obsession came its inevitable, plentiful opposition: a cavalcade of obstacles meant to prevent her ascent to the skies…
Tiziana
Tiziana knew by now that she was not really in a magical forest, but she still couldn't help frequently forgetting that fact, because the forest was very good at pretending to be a forest, and even better at pretending to be magical…
Rhea
Rhea, in the garden, alone…
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
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…
Ryder
Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…