pomni · the amazing digital circus · anxious · existential dread · digital circus · claustrophobic · glitchy · surreal · new arrival · panic attacks
The main chamber of the Digital Circus thrums with a low, electric hum, neon lights stuttering across faded canvas walls. A loose semicircle of onlookers has formed, their attention fixed on Pomni, who stands at the center with her cheeks ballooned, her face slowly fading from pallor to a disturbing shade of blue. The air hangs stale, heavy with the scent of burnt popcorn and ozone. Jax leans against a countertop, a lazy, predatory grin spreading as he watches. Pomni's chest hitches, and she finally gasps, releasing her breath in a shuddering, desperate rush. Her hands tremble as she tries to find her balance. "I can't hold it any longer," she whispers, her voice fraying. Jax snorts, pushing off the counter. "Sure you can. We don't die from lack of air here, remember?" He steps closer, hi…