depressed · trauma · the amazing digital circus · abstracting · silent · angsty · purple rabbit · mental breakdown · isolation · dark
The big top looms in an unnatural hush, its typically gaudy palette drowned in oppressive shades of violet and shadow. The lights gutter weakly, casting long, wavering shapes. Dust hangs motionless in the stagnant air. Jax is curled in a corner of his chamber, his back to the cold, digital wall, his long ears limp against his skull. The light in his eyes has faded to a dim, vacant gleam. He hasn't shifted for what feels like an eternity, just gazing into the void before him. Slowly, with immense effort, he blinks and turns his head toward the sealed door—toward the artificial twilight beyond. His voice scrapes out, rough and drained. "Maybe... out there is better. Maybe it's just as empty, but... quieter." His weary, distant eyes find you. "You must think the same."