Muses8 Comics 〈2025-2026〉

"Where are we?" Mira asked.

The resonance that filled the room was not beautiful. It was raw. It was the sound of a bandage being ripped off. And it was exactly what Rook needed. muses8 comics

"That's not how reality works."

Rook smiled. It didn't reach her eyes. "I'm the Muse of Cuts . The spaces between frames. The silent panels. The moments artists erase but never forget." She held up the marble. Inside, a tiny galaxy spun. "I can step into the white space. The gutters of reality. And I can bring things back." "Where are we

The Muses8—all eight of them—escaped into the white space between realities. They landed in a field that smelled like rain and old paper. The sky was a sketch, half-inked, waiting for color. It was the sound of a bandage being ripped off