Come with us ... come with us ...
An enchanting, bewitchingly world I once found myself totally veiled in. Wild-fire dancers, arlequinos, mad, silly, wicked clowns, seducing, vibrant dancing snakes, roaring, big kittens, twisting human elastics and etheral trapeze fliers. The place where time does not exist, the place where weird is considered normal, the place where insanity becomes religion. The Circus!
Feels like home, huh?
Kind of...
Come with us!
Mazes of mirrors, whispers in the wind, wandering shadows and gloomy silhouettes. A dusky drawer. It`s locked. Where`s the exit? Too many walls, too many mirrors, masks and some empty animal cages. Where`s the magic, the sparks of illusion, delirium and the mysterious music that came from nowhere? Where`s the sad violin, the old, wise story-teller? There are all shatered dreams and lost hopes in here. The drawer is empty. Locked and empty.
Come with us!
Not this time... although Pandemonium still awaits me... and that sad violin too.
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