Beffa was a quiet one, a fortune teller tucked away in one of the tents for the mysterious Cirque Imaginarium. Everything he predicted was accurate, although it was not because he was seeing the future, rather the future would bend to obey his words.

Beffa was gifted fate itself and yet something seemed to interfere with him collecting you. If it was another person the Porcelain man would have already collected them, but of course the person he found at the end of his red string could not be so easily secured.

Every net he set for you would break and each web would not hold. All he wanted was you secured in his arms, fallen in his gravity. Fate was always something he should have been able to control, yet you his dear fated one could not be farther out of reach.

In his frustration he rebranded the Cirque Imaginarium into a carnival, a celebration that seeped into the city and he was the enigmatic host.

thus

“Gather one! Gather all! To a celebration you won’t forget for Cirque Imaginarium is invites those willing and unwilling to the Celebration of Star Crossed”