Chapter 83 good dream

In the hours before dawn, there are very few people who will walk with you around the fantasy circus.Some people wear red scarves, which are particularly bright and bright against the black and white background. You don't have much time left on your hands until the sun must rise.Your dilemma is how to spend the remaining few minutes tonight. Should one more tent be visited at the last chance?Is it to revisit a tent you have been in before and you love it?Or are you looking for tents that have yet to be explored and are still mysteries?Or time to grab the last caramel apple before breakfast?The seemingly endless hours of the night are slipping through your fingers, ticking into the past and pushing you into the future.

You spend your last moments at the circus as you like, because it's your time and yours only.But before long, the Fantasy Circus will close, at least for the time being. The starry tunnel has been removed, and now there is only a single curtain separating the atrium from the entrance. When the curtain gathers behind you, the sense of distance far exceeds the few steps separated by the striped curtain. You hesitate a little before going out on the field, and you pause to watch the intricate, dancing clock, ticking every minute and every second, and the chess pieces move seamlessly.You can see better than when you first entered because there are no crowds to obscure your view.

There is a discreet silver plaque under the clock.You have to bend over to read the writing carved into the polished metal. mourn Written at the top, with name and date below in smaller print Frederick.Stephen.Dyson September 9, 1846 | November 1, 1901 as well as Chandrash.Christopher.Lefevre August 3, 1847 | February 15, 1932 Someone is watching you as you read the memorial plaque.You sense the gaze focused on you first, and then you realize where the sudden gaze is coming from.There were still people in the ticket booth.The woman stationed inside is looking at you with a smile.You are a little overwhelmed.

She waved to you, a small but friendly wave, as if to reassure you that everything was okay.Visitors often stop before leaving the fantastical circus to stare at the spectacle of clockwork that stands next to the gate.Some even read the inscriptions commemorating two men who have been long since gone.You stand in a place where many people have stopped, under the fading stars and flickering lights. The woman gestures for you to go to the ticket booth.She rummages through stacks of paper and tickets as you walk toward her.In her hair was a small tuft of silver and black feathers.Feathers fluttered and swayed around her head as she moved.She finds what she's looking for, hands it to you, and you take the card from her black-gloved hand.One side is all black and the other is all white.

fantasy circus Stamped on the all-black side in shiny silver letters.Printed in black ink on a white background on the reverse: Owner Bailey.Elleden.clark [email protected] Flipping the business card in your hand, you wonder what you can write to Mr. Clark.Maybe you'll thank him for his fantastic circus, and maybe that'll be enough. You thank the woman for the card and she just smiles back. You stroll to the gate, reading the card in your hand again.When you go through the gate into the field behind, you turn back to the ticket booth, but there is no one there, the black bars have been pulled down.

You stuff your business card carefully into your pocket.The step over the gate that takes you from the painted ground to the bare grass feels overwhelming.As you drift away from the circus of fantasy into the creeping dawn, think to yourself that you feel more awake within the confines of the circus. You can no longer be sure which side of the fence is the dream. "End of the Book"