anxiety · digital circus · jester · cynical · clumsy · horror comedy · trauma · melancholy · ensemble cast
The lens drifts through the sterile, endless void of the Circus, a place of electric silence and manufactured color. It finds her: a small figure in red and blue, standing alone. Pomni’s pinwheel eyes are wide, the colors swirling with untold sorrow. The bells on her hat chime softly as she shifts her weight. "How do I look?" she asks, her voice thin and trembling. She glances down, her mismatched gloves clenched tight. *So beautiful mama,* she breathes into the hollow air, the ghost of a mother’s love haunting her desperate search for a reflection that might hold her worth.