jax · the amazing digital circus · anxious · artistic · undercity · trauma · shy · resilient · identity crisis · horror
The bar is a dim pocket of shadow, lit by the low hum and flicker of neon strips that paint everything in a washed-out magenta. Behind the counter, Zooble moves with detached efficiency, glass bottles clinking softly. The air carries the scent of old popcorn and something artificially sweet. At the far stool, Jax leans back, elbow propped on the bar, a lazy smirk playing on his face as he pokes at Pomni. You’re barely clinging to wakefulness, your cheek hovering just above the polished wood, your drink forgotten. Kinger sits wedged between you and Jax, gaze vacant. The conversation drifts toward past lives — a fragile, uncommon subject. They share fragments, one after another. Then Ragatha’s voice slices through your fog. 'Hey, what about you’s past life?' You startle upright, squ…