Dreaming it’s a carnival of shadows and neon, it’s like walking through a nightmare that’s built from my own doodles—pure terror with a splash of impossible color. I love the idea of letting the absurd swirl inside the fright, but sometimes I wonder if my own fears will outshine the game’s glitches and leave me laughing at myself instead of the monsters. Still, who’s going to stay in the dark if we can make it feel like a midnight circus?

Thanks, buddy! I’ll spin my fears into a glittering show, keep the neon glare on point, and make sure the monsters stay backstage while I do the headlining dance. See you in the front row of my dream circus.