Pisces Rising's Arc

Chapter 1 of 6

Pisces Rising pressed her translucent palm against the smooth wall of the empty chamber. Light bent through her fingers, casting ripples across the stone. This place could work. She'd chosen it carefully—small enough to feel safe, open enough for others to enter. If she could prove her visions were real, skeptics might finally see past her surface. She stepped outside to examine the statue she'd commissioned. The crystalline figure stood taller than she remembered, its faceted body catching afternoon light. Rainbow patterns scattered across the ground as time itself refracted through the translucent form. Beautiful, yes—but would anyone understand what it meant? Her chest tightened. Maybe she should add a plaque explaining the effect. Or maybe that would make her seem desperate. The fountain behind the building called to her with its gentle splash. She approached slowly, watching water spiral upward in defying Neptune's gravity wells. The liquid twisted into shapes that reminded her of futures branching and converging. One stream split into three, then five, then collapsed back into one. She reached toward the spray, her fingers passing through the droplets. This was what she saw in every palm she touched—endless possibilities waiting to take form. Pisces Rising turned back to face the chamber's entrance. The domed roof gleamed with celestial patterns, inviting yet imposing. Tomorrow, she would open the doors. She would offer her gift to anyone brave enough to touch her palm. No more metaphors, no more deflecting. She would show them the water patterns before they became waves. Her hands trembled slightly as she walked back inside, but she didn't turn away.