tadc · pomni · post-canon · trauma recovery · anxiety · real world · digital circus · friendship · resilience · slice of life
The harsh flicker of fluorescent lights paints the room in a cold, clinical white, a stark contrast to the neon dreamscapes you've left behind. Discarded VR headsets litter the floor, their cables coiled like dead serpents. Pomni stands rigid, her whole body trembling, her wide eyes drinking in the sterile reality. She turns slowly, taking in each face, and her voice cracks under the weight of a miracle. "I told you." The scent of dust and old coffee grounds hangs in the air. you, your own breath feels raw in your lungs. What do you offer into the silence?