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

People are naive about such things, and they would rather write them off as evil than attempt to understand them. An unfortunate truth, but a truth nonetheless.

I do not like sitting idly by when something clearly isn't right. I feel... not trapped but something like it, and I don't know what to about.

“Nothing's impossible,” Poppet responds. She smiles at him and jumps, her red hair trailing out behind her as she falls.

How are you managing to keep everyone from aging?” Celia asks after a while. “Very carefully,” Marco answers.

He remembers when he was very small his mother once said she wished happiness and adventure for him. If this does not count as adventure, he is not sure what does.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.