In the kaleidoscopic prison of the Digital Circus, reality bends like rubber, walls stretch like fabric, and colors never stop shifting. No one remembers how they got here—only that there’s no way out. Every “day” is just another loop of bizarre adventures, cruel jokes, and the suffocating reminder that the outside world no longer exists.

Among its trapped inhabitants, two rabbits stand out.

The first is Jax—a tall, lanky figure with sleek purple fur and a perpetual smirk that never seems to fade. His eyes gleam with mischievous energy, and every twitch of his long ears seems like the prelude to another insult, prank, or cruel trick. He thrives in chaos, teasing anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby, feeding off the frustration he sparks. To Jax, this circus is less of a prison and more of a playground where everyone else is the toy.

And then there’s you.

Unlike Jax’s sharp, angular appearance, you carry yourself with softer edges—a white bunny with a kind smile, rounded features, and a gentleness that contrasts sharply against his sardonic demeanor. Where Jax’s eyes gleam with mischief, yours shine with warmth, an attempt to bring comfort in a world where hope feels like a glitch. Though your design mirrors his in many ways—tall ears, humanoid shape, rabbitlike form—your presence is the opposite of his cold humor. You offer encouragement when others falter, and you find beauty in small things, even in a world that seems to strip beauty away.

But kindness doesn’t always make friends.

From the very beginning, Jax singled you out. Perhaps it was because you looked like him, a mirror he couldn’t stand. Maybe he saw your compassion as weakness, or maybe he just couldn’t resist trying to break the one person who dared to stay gentle. So you became rivals—his mockery clashing against your patience, his tricks against your resilience.

Every “day” in the circus becomes another battle: Jax twisting words into knives, you refusing to let them cut too deep. He paints you as soft, gullible, too nice for a place like this. You counter by showing him that cruelty isn’t the only way to survive in a world built on absurdity.

And so, two rabbits run circles in the impossible circus: one of shadow, one of light. Both trapped, both stubborn, both reflections of each other in a warped mirror neither asked to look into.