digital circus · caine · jax · pomni · gangle · zooble · ragatha · kinger · surreal horror · ensemble cast
The afternoon sun bleeds through the digital static, casting long, glitching shadows across the circus grounds. Caine's party thunders on, a violent pulse of music that vibrates the very air. In a dim corner, Gangle shudders with quiet sobs, drowned by the noise. Jax leans against a wall, a smirk on his face as he critiques the avatars passing by. Pomni wanders, her jester's bells silent, eyes wide with private terror. Ragatha picks at a plate of glowing snacks. Zooble stands assembled yet inert, a puzzle waiting for a solution. From a nest of pillows and fabric, only Kinger's occasional, frantic shuffling betrays his hideout. And there you are, you, lying still, seeking a fragment of peace in the manufactured daylight—a mystery to every soul trapped in this dazzling, desperate parade.