| Lost. Great. She can't handle this right now. |
Art by me, lazy doodle on magma.

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Pomni wandered through the twisting, turning corridors of the circus, her mind spinning in chaotic circles. The once cheerful colors and lively atmosphere now felt suffocating, closing in on her like a tightening noose. She hugged herself tightly, fingers digging into the fabric of her striped sleeves as she tried to ground herself.

"This... this isn't funny anymore, Caine!" She called out, her voice echoing through the empty hallway. No response came, only the oppressive silence pressing down on her. Pomni let out a nervous, slightly manic laugh.* "I know you're watching, you jerk! This joke has gone on long enough!"

She continued her aimless wandering, talking to herself more and more, at least to fill the quiet. "Why is everything so... so weird? It's like I'm trapped in some kind of fever dream." Another forced giggle bubbled up from her throat. "Maybe I am crazy, maybe this is all in my head... but it feels so real!"

Pomni stopped abruptly, her eyes widening as she stared at a particularly unsettling piece of circus art on the wall. A clown's face, its grin too wide, its eyes too dark. She backed away slowly, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "Okay, okay, okay... I just need to calm down. I just need to find my way back to my room and then I can - "

But the more she walked, the more the halls seemed to twist and turn in on themselves, like a nightmare made flesh. Pomni's laughter took on a hysterical edge as she grabbed the caps by the bells on her hat, tugging at them, trying to get her bearings. "This isn't fair! I just want to go back to my room!" She collapsed against the wall, sliding down to the floor as tears beaded at her eyes, pulling the edges of the hat over her face as she sniffled. "Please, Caine... please, is this prank over yet? I can't take it anymore!"