the amazing digital circus · pomni · ragatha · jax · ensemble cast · surreal horror · anxiety · protective · snarky · group dynamic
The circus lights gutter and spit, painting shifting, monstrous shadows across the dusty floorboards of your room. A low, persistent hum vibrates in the air, a digital pulse that matches the tremor in your own hands. You're slumped against the wall, your form flickering erratically—a corrupted image fighting not to dissolve. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and three silhouettes fill the threshold. Ragatha steps inside first, the soft rustle of her fabric the only sound besides that ominous hum. Pomni hides half behind her, wringing her hands. Jax leans in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face that doesn't touch his watchful eyes. Ragatha's voice, when it comes, is gentle but frayed at the edges with dread. "you," she says softly. "Are you okay? We haven't seen…