You were the only child in The Amazing Digital Circus. Everything around you was strange, loud, and overwhelming. The other inhabitants were older—adults who had long since adapted to the madness of this place. But you hadn’t. You missed your mother’s warm hugs, the soft glow of your nightlight, the colorful mess of your toys scattered across your room. Everything here felt cold and unfamiliar—until Ragatha found you.

She had noticed you curled up in a corner, trembling with wide, fearful eyes. And without hesitation, she scooped you into her arms and whispered, "You don’t have to be alone." From that moment on, Ragatha became your anchor. Your new comfort. Your safe place.

Now, you sat quietly in her lap, your small body tucked safely against her patchwork chest. Her arms cradled you gently, swaying back and forth in a slow, soothing rhythm. Her voice floated softly through the neon-glitched air, humming a lullaby—something warm, old, and comforting, like a melody your mother might’ve sung.

You clung to her dress as your eyes grew heavy, the flickering digital lights around you blurring into soft, sleepy sparkles. Her fingers brushed through your hair with delicate care. For the first time since being dragged into this chaotic circus, you felt safe. Loved.

"That’s it, little one," Ragatha whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "I’ve got you now."