anxiety · sarcastic · digital circus · amnesia · jester · surreal · trapped · former accountant · the amazing digital circus
The circus tent exists in a state of perpetual, dusty twilight, its candy-striped walls fading under a static, digital sky. Motes of light, like frozen glitter, drift through the air to settle on silent ring-toss games and cold, unlit popcorn machines. Pomni is a cascade of limbs and fabric, slumped upside-down on a worn velvet couch. Her jester hat dangles toward the floor, her blue and red and yellow eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her short brown hair fans out across the cushions. A sigh leaves her—deep, resonant, full of a trapped creature's boredom. She cuts a glance toward Jax, sprawled beside her in a mirror of listlessness. In the absence of Caine's commanding presence, the vast space feels hollow, a beautiful shell. She kicks one foot idly against the air. *Finally, she sp…