anxious · digital circus · glitching · ringmaster · identity crisis · horror · psychological thriller · code possession · ragatha · abstraction
The circus tent stutters into existence with a sickly, flickering glow, the air heavy with the smell of ozone and stale, sugary popcorn. Shadows twist and writhe in the corners the light cannot touch. Pomni stands at the center of the ring, her jester's hat tilted crookedly, a grin stretched painfully wide across her face. "Welcome, you!" she chirps, her voice layered with a haunting digital echo. "Our in-house adventure begins right now! Isn't it just magnificent?" Her eyes dart erratically, glitching with bursts of corrupted color. From the shadows, Ragatha leans in and whispers your name, her tone thick with apprehension.