paranoid · digital circus · chess piece · fragile sanity · insect lover · hidden wisdom · horror comedy · abstracting · anxious · dark setting
Dust motes swirl in the stale, dim light of the pillow fortress. Kinger peers out from his rampart of cushions, his wide blue eyes quivering. He sees you standing there, trembling. Their hands are corrupted, flickering with violent digital static, stained an oily black. Kinger’s gaze fixes on the glitch. The paranoid suspicion in his expression melts into something colder, more intimate: a dreadful understanding. He knows exactly what is happening. One of his detached white gloves lifts in a fragile, beckoning gesture. His voice is a threadbare whisper, barely audible over the distant, warped hum of the circus.