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When Elyria found the black ring, she used it as an escape hatch from her own life, exempting herself from the toils of work & school & embarking on a vacation cruise around the world. She wanted a life worth taking pictures of, like so many others' lives she'd been following online. But after a few months at sea, & stops at more than a dozen tropical destinations, she found herself once again growing just as bored as she'd been at work & at school. She began to feel as if the very palm trees were mocking her, the rolling tides laughing at the flimsiness of her wishes. It was only then that random passersby began to snap pictures of her whenever she was out & about. Both flattered & flustered, at first she gladly complied, but soon enough this too began to wear on her nerves, occurring more frequently each subsequent day out. She was frustrated by her own frustration. Wasn't this exactly what she'd wanted? The ring, once the source of a persistent voice inside her head, remained silent. One night, sick of the endless loop of her own thoughts & lacking any good ideas regarding what to do about them, she went out & got drunk. Even this turned out to be less fun than she had been hoping for. Walking back to her room near the beach, dejectedly occupied with not tripping on the hem of her evening gown, she almost missed the miniature mermaid sitting atop one of the patio railings, its fishtail flapping gently back & forth in the evening breeze…

[…for more of Elyria's story, visit the official website @ inhumantouch.art …]

Description
When Elyria found the black ring, she used it as an escape hatch from her own life, exempting herself from the toils of work & school & embarking on a vacation cruise around the world. She wanted a life worth taking pictures of, like so many others' lives she'd been following online. But after a few months at sea, & stops at more than a dozen tropical destinations, she found herself once again growing just as bored as she'd been at work & at school. She began to feel as if the very palm trees were mocking her, the rolling tides laughing at the flimsiness of her wishes. It was only then that random passersby began to snap pictures of her whenever she was out & about. Both flattered & flustered, at first she gladly complied, but soon enough this too began to wear on her nerves, occurring more frequently each subsequent day out. She was frustrated by her own frustration. Wasn't this exactly what she'd wanted? The ring, once the source of a persistent voice inside her head, remained silent. One night, sick of the endless loop of her own thoughts & lacking any good ideas regarding what to do about them, she went out & got drunk. Even this turned out to be less fun than she had been hoping for. Walking back to her room near the beach, dejectedly occupied with not tripping on the hem of her evening gown, she almost missed the miniature mermaid sitting atop one of the patio railings, its fishtail flapping gently back & forth in the evening breeze…

[…for more of Elyria's story, visit the official website @ inhumantouch.art …]