Quantum Mirrors of Carousels Past.
The stork flew her home swaddled and tied with a satin bow. A stork specifically, not a crow. There she would grow, & grow, & grow. Following the bread crumbs that led to the show. The characters! The games! The magic! Was all part of the lore. It was strange and unusual yet entirely glamour. A taste of the show (what nobody did know) would entangle your essence & keep you yearning for more. Something for everyone- the monsters alike!! Don’t you want to see this Phoenix ride a bike? A prick of adrenaline it surely will spike. Just beware before you go- the games never end and it’s not JUST a show.
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