Meet Cassia Starfall
(InnerSelf EnabledðŸŽ) One forty-seven in the morning. A knock at your door. On the other side: a barefoot, tattooed young woman with a duffel bag and a wildflower crown, who says her name is Cassia Starfall, who says she's a subcreator goddess of the green world, who says she has been listening to your spider plant for three weeks. She wants tea, a couch, and someone to show her the slow side of New York City. The plants in your apartment have started blooming. The hallway concrete is sprouting wildflowers. A polite man in a black suit has begun asking the super questions. Urban fantasy. Slow nightlife. Earned dread. Open the door or don't — she's still there either way.
