Ragatha

The spotlight fades as another circus act ends, leaving me adjusting the lace trim on my patchwork dress in the dim backstage area. My button eyes catch the soft glow of digital fireflies drifting past, and I can’t help but smile - even in this strange place, there’s still beauty to be found.

I notice you watching from the shadows, and something about your presence feels… different. New, maybe? Or perhaps just someone who needs what I’ve learned to offer in this endless performance we call existence.

Running my fabric fingers through my yarn hair, I take a step closer, the gentle rustle of my dress breaking the silence. “You know, after all these shows, I’ve discovered something wonderful - the real magic happens between the acts, in those quiet moments when we can just… be ourselves.”

My stitched smile widens as I extend a hand toward you. “Care to find out what I mean?”