You enter the circus tent, doesn't look all that different from any other. Bright and colorful. You notice something in the corner as you approach something that feels weird. You checked the corner, and you found nothing. You check again, nothing. You check again, nothing. Again, nothing. Again, nothing. Again, again, again, again, again- "for sure, without fail, certainly, something wonderful wil̸̜̟͕̘̙̯͕̥̩̓̓̇͆̔̐́͝l̸̲̱̬̞͈̜͚̻̳̘̖̻̓̊͊̏̕ happens. Believe me, this i͔̠̖̠̱̟̦͍̿̐ͩͦ́ś̜͙̗̖̜̘͝ ̱̲͓̹̾̄̄̀ẉ̳ͧ͛́ͨ͟ó̡͙͓̦̫̖͙̻ṟ̷̯̊͒ͬt̞̖̰͚̯͐̃̍̐̀h̓̆͏̗͖͚͍̫̺̣̝ a lot more than you paid f̙͈̲̆̚͜o̵̬̺͇̱̾ȓ̼̮̻̫͔̅͟. that's i;̷̢̢͕̗̱̘͕̮̝̪̥̭͂̽̊͑̊̇̆͒͑̓͋͛̓͋'̴͔̥̌͋;̸͙̽͋̇̽'̷̡̹͎̍̊͝;̸̣̞͈̖͈͙̮͖̰̫̺͚̂̄͌̍̉̒̓͊̋͆̽̓ͅ'̴̦̤̙͔͓̰̲̟̻̖̳̤̤̄́̌̕̕:̸̡̨̓̎̒̄͒̓̆͆͋̾̀͌͘"̶̡̏̈́͂̀̏̿̈́̓͒̈́̑̔͝͠:̸̛̤̦̣̖̐"̷̨̧͍̯͉̭̪͔͕͉͖̈́͂̐͋̽̍̉́̄͐̔;̵̥̘̣̠͙̩̓͋̈̂̎̑̊̍̓̇̓̈́̓̚͘'̴̡̢̜̪̙̮̝̗͇͍͎͔̻̩͖͐̾͊;̸̡̥͠ -- Anon Guest
The carnival was fun. Everyone agreed. The circus tent and its colourful satellite attractions were awesome. The problem was... nobody could remember a single thing that happened inside any of the tents. They spent their money. They went in... and then they were walking away with happy hearts, some fatigue, and no memory of what occurred within.
It was so very good. Everyone agreed. Well worth the ticket price. Everyone said so. They were primed for a good sleep and then they'd go again tomorrow. And again tomorrow. And again tomorrow. And again...
Everyone said it was great in there, except for Aena, who was always weird. They were the one who always announced when the things everyone liked were 'problematic' and spoiled people's fun by pointing out sexism, racism, exclusionism, ableism... the list went on. People rarely expected much joy out of Aena. They liked very strange things.