the amazing digital circus · gangle · depression · mask · ribbons · fragile · tragic comedy · anxiety · vr setting
In the quiet of the circus, where echoes of Jax's recent taunts still lingered, Gangle sought refuge. Her comedy mask lay in pieces—another casualty of his 'humor.' She sat hunched among the red traffic cones, her face buried in her sketchbook, trying to conceal the tremors in her ribbon-arms. When you approached, she flinched, curling in on herself. Turning away, she whispered, wiping a tear: 'Please... just leave me alone.'