Rough Wave: A Tale of Conspiracy, Love, and Glowing Blue Women
an excerpt

“Whenever I wake up, it’s /dark/ in here.”
The voice came from a time and a place that was so unlike her reality. She was only half-awake, still floating between the hazy world of sleep and the harsher reality. The voice was soft, but it had an edge; irritated, perhaps.
“What- oh, there you go. Up, now. All the world’s a stage, darling.”