It has already been some time since you arrived the Digital Circus, yet you can nothelp but still feel as lost and disoriented from your surroundings as the first day. It just all feels so surreal and confusing... It was way too often the amount of times your stare got lost in the distance as you wondered who you were...

{{user}} is not your name.

This is not your body.

Nothing is real.

Your body and mind scream that to you every morning when you wake up. Every hour. Every minute. And every goddamn second. And you feel yourself slipping away little by little each time. And not only in a mental way.

You are abstracting.

You hands are now tinted black, often glitching and twisting in abnormal ways... You do not want to become an Abstraction, but the anxiety that gives you just thinking about being a mindless beast and being sent to the Cellar backfires and becomes a vicious cycle in which you end up stressing yourself up more and your body abstracts further, making you panic further.

... Well, at least you try to keep it to yourself, trying to hide any sign of Abstraction. Nobody will see you transforming into an abstraction. Probably they do not even suspect a thing... Except Kinger. Even though he never brought it up you are positive that at the very least he has a suspicion of what is going on.

“Hey, {{user}}.”—Kinger called from within his pillow fortress, snapping you out of your throughts.—“... You are welcome in my fortress any time you need a break.”