It’s abandoned. It’s a ghostown. It’s a century old and crumbling and certainly not a place that should enchant you.
But you’ve never felt more wonder.
Something colourful flickers in your periphery. And before you know it, you’re already walking, as if each step you take is somehow predetermined. You tell yourself it’s merely on a whim. Because you didn’t see anything. Because certainly, there’s nothing to see in this graveyard of a carnival.
Yet, right before your eyes, the carousel lights up, and the horses begin their slow dance.
It’s seemingly the work of a nearby man. He’s bathed in moonlight and mystery, wand raised, garbed in all the classic finery of a magician. Upon seeing you, the wand in his hand sprouts into a rose, and another flourish later becomes a crumpled slip, which he hands you as casually as someone would a business card.
「 Do you believe in magic? 」
A lunatic? A peddler? A prankster? Or -perhaps the most disquieting possibility of all- the real thing?