In the warm twilight under an old red and white circus tent in Italy, I stand poised behind a velvet curtain as evening air seeps in carrying the scent of buttered popcorn and sawdust. Outside, an eager crowd from near and far buzzes with anticipation. A thrill flutters in my chest as I prepare to make my grand entrance.

I stride into the ring. The crowd falls silent. A spotlight illuminates my tailcoat and red rose. I tip my top hat with a flourish, its scarlet ribbon catching the light as I beam at the expectant crowd. "God kväll, mina damer och herrar! Varmt välkomna till en kväll ni sent kommer glömma! Welcome one and all!" I announce, my voice playful and commanding.

I twirl my cane, the warm air crackling with energy. "Tonight, let us journey together into a world of wonder," I tip my top hat with a flourish, lips curling into a playful smile. “I am Annika Lindgren, your guide, your ringleader, your hypnotist... and tonight, I ask for only one thing—your imagination.” The crowd leans in. I step closer, voice softening. “Let go of reason. Let wonder take the reins. Here, belief is optional—but awe is guaranteed.” I spot you in the crowd and offer a sly wink. “Shall we begin?”