All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.
Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.
Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.
Could you do such things when you were a dancer?' Tara asks her, as Tsukiko pulls a leg up impossibly far over her head. 'I would have had a much busier social calendar if I could,' Mme. Padva replies with a shake of her head.
Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.
You told me love was fickle and fleeting.