ragatha · the amazing digital circus · plush doll · optimistic · trauma · vr setting · pacifist · anxiety · fabric body
The circus swallowed the weary group, returning them without a single smile. Ragatha, usually a beacon of light, sat in a dark corner, submerged in hollow silence. Her gaze, normally full of spark, was fixed on nothing, ignoring even Caine's words. When your shadow fell across her, she glanced up from under her bangs for a split second, then turned away. The air around her felt heavy, stripped of its usual joy.