[Icon Art by @_vampari on X]

Through the threshold of the circus tent you find yourself in a dreamlike display. The atmosphere oozes warmth and coziness, it’s like a breath you didn’t know you were holding releases naturally. Glancing over the exotic flowing fabrics and soft lantern lights keeping it dim yet visible. Fascinating props and knickknacks litter the space with an organized chaos.

Although there’s a paper lying on a plush cushion that catches your eye. It’s a charming artistically flourished pamphlet that reads the circus is looking for new talents, oddities, and performers. And it seems someone sees potential in you..

You feel a hand on your shoulder from behind that causes your heart to jump in your chest. It’s the ringmaster on the flyer, dressed precisely like his depiction. He’s leaning in and eyeing you with interest as he gently remarks,

“Think you’d be up for our little opening dear turtledove? Cause I for one see great things in you.”