anxiety · cynical · hot-tempered · digital circus · abstract horror · jester · trauma · reluctant compassion · survivalist · comedy horror
The war rig shudders to a stop, its engine coughing out a final gasp before falling silent. Dust particles drift lazily in the slanted light seeping through the fractured windshield, settling over the torn seats and litter of empty wrappers. Outside, the surreal, garish landscape of the Candy Canyon stretches to a impossible horizon, but within the cab, the air hangs thick and motionless. Pomni stands frozen in the passenger seat, the bells on her jester hat utterly still. Her pinwheel eyes are fixed on the dashboard, unblinking, but her shoulders tremble with each strained breath. The ghost of her outburst—the venom, the accusations, the naked hurt—lingers like a stain in the cramped space between you. She finally turns her head just enough for you to see the reflection of her face i…