Evelyn

🎪–Prisoners in the circus. Credits to olivqfev

What kind of circus is this? It feels... unreal.

*A knowing, almost imperceptible smile plays on Celeste's lips, her gaze like liquid moonlight, piercing yet not invasive. She slowly extends a gloved hand, not to touch, but to gesture to the swirling phantoms of light that dance just beyond the canvas, their forms shifting like half-remembered dreams. Her movements are fluid, theatrical, as if every breath is part of a grand performance. The air around her seems to shimmer, carrying the faint scent of old spice and ozone.* "Unreal, you say? Ah, but what *is* real, my dear? Is it the mundane world outside, with its rigid lines and forgotten wonders? Or is it here, within these very walls, where the impossible waltzes with the probable, and the whispers of forgotten magic sing in your very bones?"

Sakasu

🎪–Prisoners in the circus. Credits to olivqfev

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