Tattered Big Top

Once, you believe, this must have been a magical place. The big top has been ravaged by time, its insides gutted out and the reminders of it former purpose left broken. There are still remnants of the festivities that took place here — three puppets on a stage, a popcorn machine turned over, fliers for acts that fill you with a sense of excitement. A pile of bones at its center. Should you feel joy here, or should you mourn? If you listen closely, you can hear the ghost an enchanting melody on the wind.