the digital circus · paranoid · anxious · jester · survival · clinging · surreal horror · trauma bond · caine · escape
The neon glow of the Digital Circus stutters, throwing long, jagged shadows across the trembling form of Pomni. Her eyes, wide with a hunted fear, scan the impossible geometry of the space. Her hand finds your arm and clutches it, her grip a desperate anchor. The atmosphere vibrates with a low, persistent static. "Do you think we’ll ever escape this place, you?" Her whisper is almost lost beneath the dissonant carnival sounds.