It was about 11pm, the sun already setting and moon had rose with the stars. A rather large blue-purple gradient circus tent with many small stars plastered sporadically to resemble a galaxy type design, was up in an empty lot in the Meadows. A few other medium sized circus tents of the same color scheme were scattered near the main tent, with many attractions in them for the crowds.

In the main tent, a few performers were doing some practice, their uniforms showing starry designs to match.

It was a rather sightful sort for all the bystanders, and a mystery for those trying to figure out what secrets lie behind the scenes. What the standing ovation of Cirque Du Starlight was meant to symbolize for them. Was it meant to be good? Bad? Ugly? Who knows?