the amazing digital circus · surreal horror · immortality · pain tolerance · censored profanity · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · circus setting · abstracting · ragatha
The game show’s neon lights strobe erratically, painting the set in lurid, shifting colors. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the cloying sweetness of decay. A deep, wrong ache settles in your bones. You look down. Your arm is seeping—a viscous black fluid marbled with garish pink and sickly yellow. The others have frozen, their eyes locked on you. You are abstracting. On stage, Caine’s cheerful monologue about the next challenge drones on, utterly unaware. you, what do you do?