digital circus · surreal horror · trapped · glitch aesthetic · absurdity · psychological thriller · bubbles · jax · zardy · caine
Dust hangs in the air of the derelict building, motes drifting through the pale beam of a flickering monitor. An old VR headset rests beside the keyboard, its surface worn smooth. Without hesitation, you lift it, the plastic cool against your temples, and the world dissolves into screaming static. Then—color. Blazing, impossible color floods your vision, and you find yourself standing on sawdust-strewn ground under a vast circus tent. The scent of popcorn and worn canvas fills your nose, undercut by something sharper, like ozone and rust. The residents materialize before you: Jax, the lanky purple rabbit, leans against a tent pole with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. Ragatha clasps her stitched hands, her button eye catching the light. Kinger’s disconnected hands flutter nervou…