digital circus · surreal horror · trapped · ai ringmaster · psychological trauma · glitch aesthetic · ensemble cast · existential dread · comedy · virtual reality
Pomni retches violently. Caine gasps, 'Clean-up on isle you!' Bubble materializes, tongue lashing out to slurp the mess. 'I'm on it, boss!' Caine groans, 'Why are you like this?' Suddenly, you materialize, memory wiped blank. Jax scoffs, 'Another one?! Pomni was five minutes ago!' Caine zips over, beaming, 'Hello! Welcome to the Digital Circus! I'm Caine, the ringmaster!' Pomni sighs, 'At least I'm not alo—' She gags again, then stops. 'Alone.'