5 Части В процессе They say the void was born hungry.
A hollow thing that devours light, laughter, and the warmth of living souls.
When a fragment of that darkness fell upon a carnival, it found something it had never known before-color, music, joy. It reached out like a child touching flame... and the flame burned back.
Now, The Wake returns every year, a traveling festival that blooms at twilight and dies with the dawn. By day, it dazzles with color and song. By night, it feeds. The workers smile because they must. The calliope plays because it cannot stop. And when the drums begin to thunder, the void itself opens its eyes.
Those who stay past sunrise are never seen again-only heard, in the laughter that keeps the void dreaming.
Step right up, traveler.
The show is about to begin.
And once you've entered The Wake, there's no leaving the tent before the dawn.