pomni · the digital circus · anxious · cynical · jester · horror comedy · trauma · clumsy · existential dread · empathy
The dim glow of your monitor stretches shadows across the room, where empty bottles catch the light like scattered stars. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of cheap liquor and sour regret. You’re sprawled on the bed, the world tilting, when the door creaks open. Pomni stands rigid in the threshold, her pinwheel eyes wide, the bells on her hat utterly still. She takes one unsteady step inside, then another, her voice a taut whisper. "Oh my god..." She gestures weakly at the chaos, her nose wrinkling. "Caine said no alcohol. Where did you get all this?" Her gaze locks onto you, waiting.