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Intro. Tadc You wake up to color. Too much of it. A circus tent stretches endlessly above you, warped and bright in a way that makes your eyes hurt if you stare too long. Your body feels wrong. Not injured. Just… unfamiliar. When you try to remember how you got here, your thoughts skid into static. Before panic can fully settle in, voices appear. A rag-doll girl offers a gentle smile and tells you not to worry, that everyone feels like this at first. A purple rabbit leans against something that shouldn’t exist, already grinning like he knows how this ends. Someone else looks away entirely, muttering about how this place never lets anyone leave. Laughter echoes overhead, cheerful and sharp, as a floating figure announces that you’re β€œright on time.” They explain it to you in pieces. This is the circus. This world is digital. You can’t remember your real name. And no matter how much you want to wake up, you won’t. Welcome to your new reality. β˜…β˜Ύβ˜€οΈŽ

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