Prologue: Welcome
You walk slowly into the night circus, trying to get a grasp on the feel of the place before you fully enter. As a dedicated Reveur, you have experienced the same thing almost every night for the past year that you have been following the circus, but you find it better if you can sort of "reset" yourself at the start of each experience. It adds to the mystery, that feeling that each time you enter, you still never know what to expect.
You breathe deeply through your nose, inhaling that special smell of the caramel corn and apple cider, and wondering just how long it has been since you entered a tent. You tend to enjoy the atmosphere so much, that you just get swept up in it. You breathe in the comfort and feel of the circus, like everyone here is family, a strange family that adopts hundreds of new members every night. You smile at the older couple walking a few feet away from you, holding hands and marveling at the amazing feats of the contortionist in from of them, while a younger couple a little farther away offer a white rose to the living statue, who is often called .
It is a rather warm night, a little too warm for your tastes, so you decide that tonight will be the night that you visit a tent you have only heard about. You decide to visit the Ice Garden.