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<lora:ROOMS_Circus_zit:1> z1os. Neon light still coils along the arches of the tent, but here it flickers unevenly, washing the ring in sickly greens and bruised purples. Smoke drifts low across the floor, heavy with oil and static. Music stutters from hidden speakers, its cheerful notes stretched into something warped and metallic. Old circus banners sag beside flickering screens. Reflections of the neons ripple across the metal floor, doubling forms into trembling ghosts of color. This is a circus where joy has learned to glitch.