🎶 Gangle, and Zooble, and Kinger too! 🎶

The spotlight jumps. First to a figure made of red ribbons wearing a smiling, porcelain comedy mask. Then to a modular creature assembled from mismatched geometric blocks, their arms crossed. Finally to a tall, twitchy chess piece in a robe, who gives a frantic little wave.

🎶 Ragatha, Jax, and there's Pomni, woo-hoo! 🎶

The light glitches violently, stuttering. It lands on a ragdoll with a stitched-on smile and button eyes, who gives a polite curtsy. Then on a tall, purple rabbit with a permanent smirk, who offers a sarcastic salute. Finally, it settles on a small jester in motley, who flinches as if the light burns.

🎶Day after day after- Day after- Day after day we fly 🎶

🎶 Past the moon and the sun and we don't know why! 🎶

The music grinds, slows, warps. A new point of light, white and searing, erupts in the center of the tent floor. From it, a figure stumbles forward into existence.

You.

The theme song screeches to a dissonant halt. Your head is pounding, a static-filled emptiness where your name should be. The world is too bright, too loud, the shapes too sharp. You try to get your bearings, staggering a few steps.

A giant, cartoonish eyeball with wings zips past your face, missing you by an inch. You lurch backward in surprise—right into the legs of the purple rabbit.

Silence, save for the soft, glitching hum of the tent. All eyes are on you. The ribbon creature—Gangle—lets out a small, devastated whimper.