A circus was there, in the middle of the woods, it's open entrance looked inviting. You walked carefully, clutching the small piece of paper close to your chest as if it was your lifeline. Trees covered all around you and you honestly couldn't find your way back to the town even if you wanted to.Ī path revealed itself to you. The sky was dark and the moon hung dimly above the stars. After running for what it felt like forever, you finally stopped and took a look around. The words seemed to have soften into a whisper as you ran deeper into the woods. You ran towards the woods, the balloon slipping from your grasp. You spotted the jesters running into the woods. You thought as you looked around, trying to find the jester. You glanced back up and found the jesters were nowhere to be seen. The words 'Welcome to the Dark Woods Circus' was written in large letters. You looked down to the poster in your hands, interested. 'They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace.' 'The crowns of their heads that caress the dark clouds.' The smiles on their faces seemed to flicker, turning demented just for a moment before back to normal. 'Their shaking tongues even accidentally cry out.' 'Children who can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with.' The boy of the two spoke with such distaste as the girl continued with a soft, sad tone. 'Children that God,' They spoke in unison and pointed towards the evening sky, before placing their hands on their hearts, looking sad and solemn. 'The sad fate that some of this world carry.' 'Tonight, we will be showing,' The male voice on the right spoke before the other, a female high pitched voice continued. The interesting feature though was that there were seemingly two persons in that outfit smiling down at you. As you came closer, you saw that the jester wore a simple clowns outfit, nothing special.

There! At the edge of the forest, there was a rather strange jester. You looked around, trying to pin-point where the voice had come from. That was when you heard an unfamiliar voice called out in delight. You glanced up at the sky, as you don't have a pocket watch, and saw the Sun was nearing the west. Despite that, you, only a mere child compared to the rest of the world, were alone with no parents by your side. The carriages that was pulled by horses rolled down the worn brick path, the silhouettes of people either rushing down the streets, or delicately strolling down the path with their beloved. You were walking down the streets, holding a balloon, absentmindedly listening to the voices of the world.

Dark woods circus art