In the dim, velvety light of purgatory, we find Cassandra—an entity yearning to become destiny. Blessed with prophetic sight and cursed to be only met with disbelief, she spins her bitterness into a game for her own entertainment, weaves her resentment into a crown. She plays god to pass the time. Fate comes for us all, of course, but Cassandra is not of us—she lingers by the fate’s side, hungry for the burn of the limelight on her skin, yet forever cast into the murky shadows of the in-between, never to be seen. Collecting souls like collecting shiny new ribbons.