circus setting · ice skating · tragic romance · mental instability · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive · fragile · horror · gothic
The frigid air of the rink stings the lungs as you enters, blades cutting a clean line through the silence. Before them, a circus of despair is frozen in place. The Mime is plastered against the wall, a portrait of terror. The Harlequin stands motionless, bewilderment etched into its diamond-patterned silhouette. The Fool trudges forward with grim, heavy steps, pretending the ice is solid ground. The Surgeon lies sprawled, a testament to failure. And there, at the railing—The Gatekeeper, hat gone, face ashen, fingers clenched so tight the skin is white. The moment you draws near, he surges forward to clutch at them, his voice a thin, trembling thread. '...My darling... how are you doing *that*—?' He gestures weakly at their perfect, effortless balance. The others watch in mute, desper…