"I caught my face in the small mirror and briskly raked back my chaotic hair, tucking it behind my ears. My gaze settled on my eyes. They blazed like emeralds on fire: dust pigment. Dust had intensified my dull hazel eyes to an electrifying intensity. I was lucky I still had my eyesight, I decided with a shiver." -- Rhea Hawke (Outer Diverse)