Elara had received the invitation on a piece of translucent vellum that smelled of ozone and old honey. There was no address, only a single, hand-drawn eye weeping a constellation of tiny stars. The word at the bottom read: illuxxtrandy .
A ripple of approval passed through the group. The floating suit extended a sleeve, and from it materialized a brush made of solidified moonlight. "Then you are ready. Now you must make the illuxxtrandy, not just meet it."
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."