It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.

People don’t pay much attention to anything unless you give them reason to

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

The Cloud Maze. “ An Excursion in Dimension A Climb Though the Firmament; There Is No Beginning There Is No End Enter Where You Please Leave When You Wish Have No Fear of Falling

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.