Rhiannon and Open
Rhiannon reached out and touched a standing stone, one much larger than her. The notched, gray surface of the rock felt as authentic as any she'd ever touched, and the night sky overhead was hyper-realistic. Despite the collection of people, drinks, and foods in Lux, the air still smelled like a wooded clearing, the sort of affect only achieved by magic. The golden threads in her black bodycon dress shimmered in the firelight as she turned to take it all in. It was rare to dress up for an evening, but Rhiannon had looked at the celebration of life and renewal with new eyes this spring.