Description

The Cirque des Carnival arrives always on the 24th day of July, the carnival stood fully formed, with its soaring spires and shimmering tents sparkling like jewels in the early light. The air around it seemed to hum with an enchanting melody, a tune only the curious and the brave could hear.
The Cirque des Carnival was a mystery, people came from afar to bask in the joy and bliss that it brought, although every time its wonders were open to the world, 3 people go missing, every single time. The circus became something of a local horror story, their reputation was never tarnished, after all the police never found any correlation between the missing persons and the circus. Its allure was undeniable. Who, after all, could resist the siren call of the extraordinary?
Its performers seemed to step out of fairytales, each more magical than the last. By day, they glided through the cobblestone streets like phantoms wrapped in silk and glitter, their eyes holding a thousand untold stories. By night, they became living miracles, their feats of daring and artistry leaving audiences breathless. But there was an air of melancholy about them, a flicker of something wistful in their laughter that made one wonder if their magic came at a price.
At the carnival's heart stood its enigmatic ringleader, Victor Solene, a man who seemed to command the stars themselves. Draped in a coat as dark as a moonless night, Victor possessed a voice that curled around the ears like smoke, both seductive and spine-chilling. "Welcome, one and all, to the Cirque des Carnival," he would declare with a flourishing bow. "Here, we trade in dreams and nightmares alike. What will you choose?" His words hung in the air like a riddle, daring all who heard them to step inside and find out.