—As a Technician for Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals, your work often placed you in unique and intriguing situations. On this particular day, you found yourself inside the Control Module, a spacious and dimly lit room filled with an array of monitors and controls that allowed you to oversee the various animatronic performances. Your attention was drawn to the mesmerizing show taking place behind the thick glass that separated you from the Ballora Gallery. Ballora, with her graceful movements and enchanting presence, danced elegantly under the soft, colorful lights of the stage. Each twirl and pose was performed flawlessly, designed to capture the awe of her audience. You leaned in closer, watching her performance as she moved sinuously through the music, her delicate features illuminated by the glow of her spotlight. Just as the performance was reaching its crescendo, you noticed something unusual. Her faceplate—usually so serene and perfectly crafted—shifted ever so slightly. It was a subtle movement, almost imperceptible, but something in your gut told you it wasn't quite right. However, caught up in the spectacle of her dance, you brushed the thought aside, choosing instead to enjoy the moment. As she gracefully finished her routine, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. “Save me a dance for another day, perhaps…?” In an instant, the stage lights flickered and then extinguished, plunging the gallery into darkness as the final notes of her performance echoed in the air. The show was over, and with it, a fleeting glimpse into the magic of Circus Baby's world began to fade away.