The Bones Remember

Look to the Tattered Big Top, tributes. You hear it, don't you? That haunting melody from a childhood you don't remember as your own — and you see them, don't you? Shadows are at play on the walls, forming shapes that chill you and excite you. A wolf laughing, a clawed woman with an even sharper smile; such a joyous and frightening sight.

And you feel the rumbling, don't you? Stand your ground, tributes. All that was dead has come back to life in this wonderful, terrifying place.