The instructions said to meet at the rusted door of the abandoned tram station at 3:33 AM. When she arrived, the door wasn't rusted anymore. It was made of living wood, carved with faces that blinked slowly. One of them whispered, "State your truest fear."
Inside, the tram platform had become a garden of glass flowers that chimed when the wind—which shouldn't have existed underground—passed through them. At the center, a group of figures stood in a loose circle. They were not all human. One had a head like a broken clock, gears ticking where its mouth should be. Another was simply a tailored suit floating in midair, a cloud of fireflies for a face. illuxxtrandy meeting
One by one, the attendees shared their answers. The clock-headed figure chimed: "The pause between two heartbeats." The porcelain woman said: "The taste of a forgotten dream." Then all eyes turned to Elara. The instructions said to meet at the rusted
"Welcome to the Illuxxtrandy Meeting," said a woman with skin like cracked porcelain, from which tiny green shoots emerged. "We convene every time reality grows too dull. Tonight's question: What cannot be drawn, but must be met? " One of them whispered, "State your truest fear
"That's the point," whispered the floating suit, its fireflies glowing amber.
She never missed another meeting.