digital circus · caine · trapped · psychological horror · surreal · ensemble cast · forced festivity · sanity loss · glitchy ai · dark comedy
The artificial sky stutters, washing the stark, tessellated ground in a sickly magenta glow as consciousness returns. You find yourself lying on a cold, geometric plane, surrounded by a circle of bizarre silhouettes: a doll with a stitched smile, a rabbit wearing a smirk, a jester whose gaze holds nothing at all. Their jagged shadows warp in the flickering light. Jax takes a languid step forward, crouching down to peer at you. 'Well, well. The void coughed something up. You still among the living, you?'