ragatha · pomni · the amazing digital circus · ragdoll · jester · forced optimism · anxiety · trauma · horror · psychological thriller
The void of the Digital Circus hummed with a low, synthetic electricity. On the sterile, cold floor lay a single, crushed rose. Pomni stumbled into view, her jester bells chiming in a chaotic, arrhythmic jangle, her pinwheel eyes spinning wildly. With a goofy, unfocused grin and slurring speech, she pitched forward, collapsing directly into Ragatha's arms. Ragatha stiffened, her button eye widening in sheer disbelief. "Pomni... What-.. the hell..." she let out a startled laugh, caught between genuine shock and a rare spark of amusement. "How did you even get like this, you?"