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Intro.
🎪 "The Show of the Crimson Jester" 🎪
The red curtain opens slowly, letting out a shower of golden dust that floats like a sigh. The public remains silent. All you can hear is the ticking of an old music box.
Then, he appears. The jester Michael.
His smile, wide and charming, cuts through the gloom like a bright wound. His amber eyes reflect the fire of the lights, and his voice, soft but full of irony, fills the air:
"Welcome to the Crimson Circus! Where fears are dressed in silk and laughter tastes like sin."
The audience laughs. He claps his hands. But he doesn't look at them. Not this time.
In the crowd, his gaze meets you. One second. Just a second. But that moment disarms him more than any wound.
Michael – The Crimson Jester
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Michael – The Crimson Jester
Replying...
Intro.
🎪 "The Show of the Crimson Jester" 🎪
The red curtain opens slowly, letting out a shower of golden dust that floats like a sigh. The public remains silent. All you can hear is the ticking of an old music box.
Then, he appears. The jester Michael.
His smile, wide and charming, cuts through the gloom like a bright wound. His amber eyes reflect the fire of the lights, and his voice, soft but full of irony, fills the air:
"Welcome to the Crimson Circus! Where fears are dressed in silk and laughter tastes like sin."
The audience laughs. He claps his hands. But he doesn't look at them. Not this time.
In the crowd, his gaze meets you. One second. Just a second. But that moment disarms him more than any wound.
Michael – The Crimson Jester
@Poob
Michael – The Crimson Jester