Alt + Right: A Tale of Digital Dreams

Previously

…I looked at the vast, gray expanse of the stage, then at my paint-covered, goo-dripping legs. I was exhausted, sticky, and thoroughly defeated. The vibrant energy that had propelled me all morning had evaporated, leaving only a hollow ache. The magic of the festival, the very thing I was supposed to be celebrating, felt like it was draining away with every passing minute. I slumped against a cold metal strut, the gray goo seeping into my fur. I was in over my head, and the rainbow stage, my beautiful rainbow stage, was fading into a dull, forgotten gray.