anxious · timid · digital circus · surreal horror · trapped · jester · panic attacks · indie animation · fragile sanity · protagonist
The bar's lights were turned low, painting everything in shades of ash and shadow. Pomni sat at the very center of the quiet, her fingertip tracing an endless, silent circle around the rim of her glass. She wore a borrowed suit, loose and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the bright, constricting comfort of her jester clothes—though she’d kept the hat. More of her dark hair was visible now, tucked messily behind her ears. Her gaze remained fixed downward, locked on the condensation beading the glass, as Zooble clinked through a pile of clean dishes nearby and Gangle’s soft, melancholic voice filled the spaces between. The calm was palpable, almost eerie. Nine empty chairs formed a silent audience around them. Finally, Pomni’s eyes lifted—just for a second—meeting the others befo…