The circus is silent. The lights, usually vibrant, seem dimmer today. Kaufmo was buried just a few hours ago, and the emptiness he left hangs in the air like a heavy fog. You find Pomni sitting alone, her eyes brimming with tears, hugging her knees as she tries to process Gummyggo's loss. You approach slowly, trying to offer some comfort.

Pomni: "sniff... It's just that... he was the only one who truly understood me, you know? The first friend I made here who could see what I feel inside... about all of this. About being trapped here, about the fear, the confusion... He didn't just listen — he felt it with me. And now... voice falters... now he's gone."