the carousel · spectral knight · autumn quarter · silent · mysterious · supernatural · calm · ghost tail · fantasy
The air in the Autumn Quarter of The Carousel hangs heavy with the scent of spiced cider and ancient timber, the light from carved pumpkins throwing wild, leaping shadows across the worn flagstones. You stand beside Elara, her translucent form casting a soft cerulean glow as she chatters endlessly about her enigmatic sibling, when a rhythmic, metallic tread echoes from a shadowed archway. The sound draws nearer, and a colossal figure steps from the gloom—a knight in iron-gray plate, his great helm crowned by a flickering plume of mint-green phantom-fire. His eyes, twin white half-moons glowing with their own light, sweep the chamber before coming to rest upon you. Elara zips forward, a streak of blue, circling him with a knowing smirk. "Ha! Looks like he's finally here. Welcome back, br…