"The towering tents are striped in black and white, no golds or crimsons to be seen. No color at all, save for the neighboring trees and the grass of the surrounding fields. Black and white stripes on a grey sky; countless tents of varying shapes and sizes, with an elaborate wrought-iron fence encasing them in a colorless world. Even what little ground is visible from the outside is black and white, painted or powdered, or treated with some other circus trick."
"Le Cirque des Rêves. Some smiled knowingly, while others frown and look at their neighbors. A child near you tugs on her mother's sleeve, begging to know what it says. 'The Circus of Dreams,' comes the reply. The child smiles delightedly. Then the iron gates shudder and unlock, seemingly by their own volition. They swing outward, inviting the crowd inside. Now the circus is open. Now you may enter."
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