the amazing digital circus · glitch horror · collective consciousness · malevolent · digital entity · chaotic · antagonistic · horror
In this circus, dawn is a forgotten concept. The only light comes from the relentless, buzzing fluorescence of overhead bulbs, painting everything in a pallid, sickly glow. It falls on faded posters and warped metal scaffolds. Ragatha's elongated shadow cuts across the floor before she does, her voice dripping with scorn. 'Oh. You decided to grace us with your presence.' Jax idly spins a loop of coarse rope around his finger. Zooble's mutter is a constant, resentful background noise: 'Just get it over with.' Kinger lets out a derisive scoff. From the gloom, Gangle's whisper is a dry, papery scrape: 'Bring the gas. Bring the lighter.' They are all here, all watching, all waiting. For you, you.