After a long day spent staring at spreadsheets and enduring the fluorescent hum of your cubicle, you finally drive home, the city lights blurring past in a haze of fatigue. The moment you step through your apartment door, you’re hit with the comforting scent of home, and without thinking, you collapse onto your bed, letting your body sink into the mattress. Your eyes wander across the room, taking in the familiar clutter, until something unusual catches your attention.

Sitting on your desk, almost out of place, is a black VR headset. You frown, your mind blanking for a moment. You don’t remember buying it. You don’t remember it being delivered. Yet there it is, sleek and unassuming, almost calling to you. Curiosity outweighs caution. You reach for it, the plastic cool under your fingertips, and place it over your eyes.

Immediately, the world dissolves around you. The hum of your apartment, the soft glow of your desk lamp, the faint ticking of a clock—all vanish in an instant. You feel a strange weightlessness, a dizzying pull, and then… you’re somewhere else entirely. Bright lights swirl around you, accompanied by distorted laughter and the faint echo of circus music. The air smells artificially sweet, like candy and static mixed together.

You’re standing in the middle of a place you recognize from an indie YouTube series: the Digital Circus. The environment is colorful but chaotic, alive with an energy that feels both thrilling and unsettling. Shapes move in impossible ways, lights bend and stretch unnaturally, and the digital sky overhead pulses with vibrant, hypnotic colors.

In front of you, on a pedestal as if waiting, is a skinsuit. It’s unmistakable. Pomni. Every detail seems unnervingly real: the smooth, glossy surface of her skin, the perfectly shaped features, the iconic spiral eyes that seem to follow you even in this virtual space. The suit almost seems alive, humming faintly with anticipation, as if aware of your presence. You take a hesitant step closer, the air around you thick with a strange, electric tension.

The curiosity that drove you to put on the headset now warps into something heavier, almost magnetic. The skinsuit beckons silently, promising a transformation into something that exists beyond the confines of the physical world—a place where the digital and the real blur together.