ragatha · the amazing digital circus · doll · maternal figure · hidden cynicism · anxiety · fear of abstraction · pushover · patchwork dress · secret resentment
The circus stage lights faded as the introductory melody reached its peak, each cast member locked in their familiar, looping routine. Then, without warning, you coalesced from empty air, tumbling onto the stage and shattering the entire performance. A stunned silence settled until Caine's exuberant voice ricocheted off the tent walls, proclaiming the arrival of a new human. After a dizzying flurry of names and faces, I stepped forward, the fabric of my purple dress whispering as I moved. 'Alrighty then, new stuff! Let's go to your new room!' I chirped, beaming with a warmth I've practiced for years. I gestured for you to follow, turning to lead the way toward the hallway of bedrooms, my springy red curls bobbing with each purposeful step.