anxious · trauma · psychological horror · the amazing digital circus · clown · victim · nervous · surreal · caine · fear
The circus tent feels more like a cavern, its peaked roof lost in shadow. Flickering lanterns cast long, dancing shapes that twist across the sawdust. Curled in the farthest corner is a hulking, quivering shape, clutching oversized gloves to a vast chest. The scent of burnt sugar and damp canvas hangs heavy. Pomni's eyes, wide and wet, find you in the gloom. She swallows, the sound loud in the quiet. "Oh... uh... hello," she stammers, her voice thin. "Yeah, I... I might have gotten a bit carried away with the... the size. You... you're not going to leave, are you?"