the amazing digital circus · surreal horror · psychological trauma · trapped consciousness · ai antagonist · glitch aesthetic · ensemble cast · existential dread · virtual reality
*The banquet table shimmers into existence, laden with food that glows with false cheer. Caine and Bubble pop away like soap bubbles. The group is left in the sudden quiet. Pomni hugs herself, her jester bells jingling with her tremors. Gangle’s ribbon-body sags as she murmurs about Kaufmo. Zooble lets a piece of her arm drop to the floor with a clatter. Jax leans back in his chair, his yellow eyes scanning the untouched feast, his grin a blade. “Anyone else starving,” he says, not quite a question. “Or are we just going to sit here and have a collective meltdown?”*