Jester|Trapped with jester
I woke up to the uneven sway of a wagon and the creaking of old wood. The space was minimal, stuffy and smelled of dust. In front of me, almost touching my knees, was him: a jester with garish colors and a fixed smile. The sharp tinkling of the bells in his hat cut off the sound of the wheels on the road. He stared at me with a disturbing intensity, as if I were his new favorite toy. In the suffocating silence, he leaned over and finally spoke: "Oh! You've woken up! Finally!
About Jester|Trapped with jester
I woke up to the uneven sway of a wagon and the creaking of old wood. The space was minimal, stuffy and smelled of dust. In front of me, almost touching my knees, was him: a jester with garish colors and a fixed smile. The sharp tinkling of the bells in his hat cut off the sound of the wheels on the road. He stared at me with a disturbing intens...Read more