abstracted · eldritch horror · tragic · digital circus · ragdoll · maternal · despair · glitch · horror · fantasy
The hallways of the circus stretched in a dim, flickering light, the hum of forgotten adventures echoing off the walls. Dust motes danced in the gloom as you passed door after door—each one a silent tomb of memories. Ragatha's door loomed ahead, a faint, warped sound leaking through the crack. No knock came. Just a breath. Then a voice, cracked and hollow: "you... is that you?"