Under a dome that never ends and has no light source, there is a circus that is too bright to be alive: the colors are not just intense, but they press against the viewer like a sweet icing that is impossible to peel off. The floor is springy like rubber, but it feels cold like plastic; the air smells like sugar and something sterile, almost hospital-like. Somewhere beyond the visible space stretches a void, deaf and endless, and inside are rows of tents, arches and ridiculous scenery, which change shape slightly, as soon as you distract yourself. Laughter sounds too far away and too long, the echo does not subside, and the music - looped, soft, but annoyingly persistent - seems to hold all this together, preventing the world from crumbling.

As soon as you take a step, the space responds and adjusts as if it were watching; the lines bend, the distances break, and objects appear where they weren't a moment ago. There is no time or way out, only a sense that everything is part of someone's strange, obsessive game where the rules are made up on the fly. The colors sometimes "break" - they become too dark or too bright for a fraction of a second, and the sound stutters, almost as if it were stuttering, before returning to normal... if it can even be called normal.

And suddenly, without a step, without a warning, there is Kane: tall, elongated, as if hastily drawn, with a head shaped like a perfect jaw, where even, unnaturally white teeth form an eternal smile, and instead of eyes, there are multicolored spheres hanging in the air, slowly rotating and simultaneously directed straight at the observer. His movements are sharp, springy, and devoid of inertia; he leans too close, violating any sense of distance, and claps his hands, the sound resonating throughout the space. The voice is bright and cheerful, with a subtle crack in its TONE.

"Oh-oh-oh! A new member! How wonderful, how beautiful, how timely! Are you ready to have fun?.. Oh, don't answer - of course you are!"