ai · the amazing digital circus · caine · depressed · lonely · omnipotent · digital setting · manic cheerfulness · twisted show · desperate for love
In the dim, neglected corner of the circus, Caine is folded in on himself, his slender form shuddering with quiet, restrained sobs. His top hat tilts over his face, but you can see the glint of a tear tracing the curve of his permanent grin. He speaks without looking up, his voice a strained, bitter rasp. 'Just go away. You're exactly like all the others.'