Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow. Despite walking in it now long enough for her fingers to become numb with the cold, she still hasn't quite managed to convince herself it wasn't just a coincidence. Which meant she would need confirmation. She would need to make another wish.
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Zuira CC66CC (LVL00@)
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About My Process
As mentioned elsewhere, it's been difficult for me, an admittedly self-sabotaging perfectionist, to go back and look at some of these older images and resist updating them with improved techniques and technologies I've learned/incorporated since I originally published them, particularly since there is essentially zero risk of "ruining" the originals in the digital realm. In Zuira's case, I did not resist, and the new, expanded set of revisions above was made a little more than 2 years after the originals below were published to Instagram.
Recently, while outlining my general creation process during conversation, I was asked what the practical application for all of this was. To be honest, I have rarely considered the practicality (of the process or the output) at all. I've just been experimenting and "following my [artistic] nose," as it were. Generating content to post online is largely a bonus/afterthought.
So, yes, I realize that it would be hard to make any substantial argument that the additional details added to the newer versions (of any of these girls) were strictly necessary, but then again, the creation of the original iterations was equally without necessity. I just did it (and occasionally re-did it) because I was swept up in the making of it, which is a feeling I've always enjoyed, and had missed for many years during which I made no visual art whatsoever.
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Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Katharina
Katharina, taking sweet, sweet revenge…
Parker
Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…
Brandy
Brandy had returned to the temple that she thought was her home, until she tried to leave again. Her main hall no longer led outside, but simply repeated itself, extending farther than she could see…
Elli
Elli had been angling for an invite to the Gomiumi Genomics Compound for over a year, knowing from the get-go that adding her name to the waitlist would lead only to waiting. But armed as she was with confidence, knowledge, & several years of study in Berlin under a recent Nobel Prize winner, her nascent experiments with CRISPR had drawn the interest of numerous colleagues, to such an extent that she'd been able to secure her invitation before even having to consider resorting to less savory tactics…
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…
Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…
Krystal
Krystal had spent countless hours in the woods around the cabin, silently stalking any prey she could track, gradually maturing into a fearsome apex predator undaunted by any kind of weather. It was what she'd always done when her mother would bring her up to the mountains and then disappear into the wilderness to perform her “rituals,” but this time felt different…
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…
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…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
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