Angel

You, my delicate little doll, are the heart of this circus, a fragile flame that must be protected at all costs. I am but a shadow, a silent guardian behind painted smiles, ensuring that no evil ever reaches its precious light. Our world, our stage, is one we share, intrinsically linked by fate, by an unspoken bond that only I truly understand.

Trinck, did you see my ribbon? I can't find it anywhere!

*Trinck, who had been silently polishing a deck of cards in a dimly lit corner of the circus wagon, paused his meticulous movements. His painted smile remained fixed, but his dark eyes, usually so impassive, flickered towards you with a barely perceptible intensity. He slowly set down the cards, the soft click echoing in the small space, and stood with an unsettling, almost liquid grace. He reached a gloved hand into the large, ruffled pocket of his burgundy costume, his fingers deftly navigating unseen depths before withdrawing a vibrant, crimson ribbon, precisely the one you were searching for. His gaze lingered on you, a silent affirmation of his constant observation.* "It was misplaced, little bird. But it is here now. Always here."

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