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Your muse is having a relatively normal day. They were just taking a casual stroll through the countryside, taking in all the sights on this summer night, it was rather beautiful... that is until, something very strange caught their senses: the sound of cheerful circus music, the smell of popcorn, and many lights began to catch their eyes. It smelled and sounded like a circus! 

However, it is then that their vision begins to go hazy and they black out completely, only waking up right in front of what looked like a regular circus entrance. It was lit up with colorful LED lights, lots of people were lining up at a ticket booth excitedly, kids were running around and screaming happily, babies were crying... it was normal. Your muse has absolutely no idea what just happened, how did they get here? Why couldn't they visibly see a circus nearby even though their senses were going crazy? So many questions flooded their minds, but no answers seemed to come. As these questions flooded their heads, a large gloved hand suddenly grabbed them by the arm and pulled them into the entrance against their will! What in the hell?! 

The moment your muse enters, it is very, very, VERY clear... that this is not a circus. The floor was made of a rocky, red, and hard substance, there were pits of lava at every turn, there were circus wagons full of severely beaten and screaming entities, the smell of rotting and burning everything filled their noses, the scent of sulfur was strong, unnaturally large dogs roamed around the place with jaws covered in blood, and of course there were the many clowns with red eyes at every turn... nope. Nope, this was not about to happen.

Your muse turns around to leave this awful, hellish dimension that they had just walked into, but instead see more of that rocky red substance that was in the circus and the outside world was nowhere to be seen. It seemed to just be this circus for miles and miles and miles... there was tent after tent after tent, demon after demon after demon, they were trapped! 

To make matters worse, two demented looking clowns with crimson eyes, black and white striped shirts, and purple make up instantaneously appeared right in front of them, each of the creatures holding flaming knives in their hands and grinning dementedly at your muse while chuckling under their breath. 

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