he unknown—the fact that there exists something greater than our own existence—is both beautiful and terrifying.

Eriko was going through what John Mayer crooned about: a “quarter-life crisis”.

And yet here’s Kat, about to be perceived by you, the reader.

All about Strella’s beloved.

Aea: “My world is filled with pretty things, like small pretty things.”

Zoe:  “Like, what?! Where did I go wrong?!”