Prologue
It is said there are times when the realms of dreams and reality overlap.
The carnival was intoxicating. The scent of candy, fun, and sweat. The taste of the air. The blaring sound of rides clanging, people laughing, screams of excitement and terror all mixed together like the cotton candy spinning in its machine. The lights: blinking, neon and bright in an unnatural way- colors that aren't supposed to exist. The world loses all order; in this twisted, beautiful fair chaos reigns supreme and the dreams begin to flutter out of the mind and manifest into something more. Neither dream nor reality, the thoughts and feelings swirl and gather...
It is said there are times when the realms of dreams and reality overlap.
In the excitement of the carnival, the portal to the Middle World, the world of secrets, the world of impossibilities, flickers open ever so briefly...
It is said there are times when the realms of dreams and reality overlap.
The carnival was intoxicating. The scent of candy, fun, and sweat. The taste of the air. The blaring sound of rides clanging, people laughing, screams of excitement and terror all mixed together like the cotton candy spinning in its machine. The lights: blinking, neon and bright in an unnatural way- colors that aren't supposed to exist. The world loses all order; in this twisted, beautiful fair chaos reigns supreme and the dreams begin to flutter out of the mind and manifest into something more. Neither dream nor reality, the thoughts and feelings swirl and gather...
It is said there are times when the realms of dreams and reality overlap.
In the excitement of the carnival, the portal to the Middle World, the world of secrets, the world of impossibilities, flickers open ever so briefly...