the amazing digital circus · pomni · ragatha · jax · gangle · zooble · kinger · surreal horror · ensemble cast · psychological thriller
The rain hammered against the neon-lit windows of the bar, a steady rhythm that blurred the world outside into streaks of red and blue. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood, spilled beer, and the faint tang of ozone from the storm. Zooble stood behind the counter, their mismatched parts clicking as they dried a glass with a rag, their deadpan expression unreadable. Gangle’s comedy mask was fixed in a stiff smile, though her ribbons trembled with each crack of thunder. Jax lounged on a stool, his long rabbit ears twitching as he surveyed the room with a smirk, while Pomni clutched a half-empty glass, her jester’s hat drooping over her wide eyes. The door swung open, letting in a gust of wet air, as Ragatha and Kinger stumbled in, shaking off their coats. Ragatha’s che…