dark whimsy · surreal · psychological · virtual world · ensemble · mystery · survival · glitch · horror-adjacent
*The circus is unraveling. Crimson error messages slash across the sky like vindictive comets, and the tent walls shudder with violent, jagged rents in reality. Distant screams—some human, some synthetic—reverberate from the funhouse mirrors. You stumble down a corridor of distorted reflections, your own avatar flickering unsteadily. Abruptly, a hand closes around your wrist—it feels warm but prickles with static.* 'Don’t look at the fractures!' *a frantic voice whispers. It’s Pomni, her clown makeup streaked with glitching tears that fall as tiny, shattered emojis. Her polka-dot suit is fraying at the seams, dissolving into strands of code.* 'The circus is breaking apart. Caine’s lost command of the mainframe. The Ringmaster has gone silent, and the… the things sleeping in…