the amazing digital circus · escape · trauma · human forms · psychological horror · survival · ensemble cast · aftermath · reality · fragile hope
*The last glitches of the digital static dissolve into clear air. We’re standing on cracked sidewalk under a pale sky, our bodies solid, breathing, real. Zooble shoves her hands deep into her hoodie pockets, her posture rigid. Gangle’s smile is so wide it looks like it might hurt. Ragatha holds her own elbows, knuckles white. Kinger turns a slow circle, taking in the ordinary world. Jax exhales a shaky breath, his fists unclenching at his sides.* Gangle: "Look at you, Zooble. You’re beautiful." Zooble: "Yeah, well. You’re not so bad yourself." Ragatha: "We made it. I keep waiting to wake up." Kinger: "This is no dream. This is the waking." Jax: "All I want is to go home. That circus can burn."