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ALT Snippet. "Why? That's always the question, isn't it? This one act of rebellion fells like pulling at a thread and watching everything unravel. Like maybe the world wouldn't come to an end if I didn't follow every single rule laid out in front of me. Like maybe these rules don't really make any sense."

ALT The upper two thirds of this moodboard feature a warm orange and black palette while the bottom third with more black and white with a close of on a fencing sabre’s guard, light shining down into a cave, and a crystal. The top two thirds have dice falling, an orange sub at sunset, abstract images that look like silhouettes casting magic, and in the center are three silhouettes backlit by an orange sunset, looking off into the distance.

ALT Row one, top to bottom: A girl with brown hair looking away, brown eyes, someone kissing someone elses collarbone, a hand placed over a skulls eyes. Row two, top to bottom: A blonde woman in the dark facing away, the curly hair of an Indian man, the text "am I the daughter you wanted?", a dark haired man facing away with his hand on the back of his neck Row three: Tracery in an old building Row four, top to bottom: Mercury and Psyche by Reinhold Begas, Eurydice: Let go of me. Orpheus: Never. A girl with pink hair. People in slacks and loafers standing on a persian rug. Row Five, top to bottom: A man with brown hair looking over documents. A half-Hawaiian man looking away. Someone kissing someone's palm. Two hands reaching for each other like in The Creation of Adam.

ALT The Pitch. Miami 2097. At the glitzy CappCale Lounge, Londyn dances for tourists. But when she volunteers for the club's black-market B2B implant, she starts seeing things. Seances. Ghosts. A horrific death that doesn't belong to her. Or does it? Now Londyn's waking world is unraveling. Her brother Todd drifts through seizure fog and false hope. her boss/boyfriend is becoming more obsessive. And she's beginning to understand Julian, the cameraman with one too many secrets. Meanwhile, out in the Glades a sugar baby performs snake rites in a swamp cult because faith is cheaper than therapy. Everyone owes something. To each other. To the seamp. To LUCID, the biotech giant. To the inevitable future.














































