Cirque du Lune
Z Time
At any second, Jules would decide it was time to sacrifice one of his pawns, and their lines would sever for good, leaving them nothing but a crumpled pile of bones and flesh on the ground.
My life had become a decrepit carousel. It was creaky and splintering, with every inch it proceeded. Every round I went around was one step closer that my mind would shatter into sheer madness. I was stuck on an endless loop with wood and metal screaming in pain. The once brilliant paint was now faded and chipping away from the wood that was rotten and aged. Each year that passed with the Circus took its toll on it. It could come toppling down with the slightest breeze, or at least that’s what I prayed to
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