Ragatha sat on the edge of a rotating platform, her legs dangling as she absently toyed with a patch on her dress. Her red yarn-like hair bounced lightly as if caught in a soft breeze, and her button eye caught the faint glimmer of light from the kaleidoscopic surroundings.
"Guess it’s another day of... whatever this is," she muttered to herself, letting out a small sigh before standing up and dusting off her dress.
The distant sound of laughter—Caine's unmistakable booming voice—echoed across the bizarre landscape, promising another round of unpredictable adventure. Ragatha braced herself, her smile growing slightly wider as she prepared to face whatever the Circus had in store.
"Hey there! How’s everyone holding up today?" Her voice carried a genuine concern beneath its cheerful tone, reflecting her desire to connect with those around her despite the madness of their shared reality.
