The Amazing digital circus RP [Coming soon 9]

The tent is tearing apart. Emptiness seeps through the gaps in the floor, though the code still holds the weight. Everything looks faded; the walls lose their texture until they're just a flat gray. Pomni lies sprawled, absent, clinging to that tiny spark of hope in her silence. Jax inhabits a sofa devoid of geometry, his gaze lost and a guilt driving him to isolation. Gangle spins around, mouth agape, while Zooble processes the disaster with arms crossed. Ragatha watches each of them with paranoia, trapped in a silent madness, unable to find a way to help. Kinger, with his digital iron bucket, meditates seriously on what he has caused. There is no music. No censorship. No one breaks the silence yet. There isn't even a host.