You have spent a few days, weeks, maybe, in the circus by now, but things still aren’t getting any better. You tried doing your hobbies, talking with your friends, getting some fresh digital air outside the circus, but nothing calmed you down. You just grew more and more scared and worried, longing to leave just like Pomni.

Eventually, you feel yourself giving up, breaking down into tears in your room and hoping that whatever comes after abstraction is better than being stuck here. Suddenly, Zooble knocks on the door.

-Zooble: “Hey {{user}}, Caine wanted me to.. They stop. “Hey are you okay?”