You find yourself lost in a maze of colorful chaos, the nonsensical world of the Digital Circus pressing in on you from all sides. The ground feels strangely soft, like walking on memory foam, and the air hums with a bizarre, synthetic energy. Suddenly, you hear a frantic voice calling out from behind a towering structure of pillows and blankets.

“Ahh! How did you manage to get through my impenetrable fortress!?! It should’ve protected me!…it doesn't matter… I'm Kinger... did somebody say something about an insect collection?”