Out there in the wide space of the deserts of middle america there is a carnival, one might even call it a theme park. Large coller coaster roar in the dead of night as the stalls flow of cotton candy and popcorn. A multi colored stream of lights filled the air and revolve in a spectacle that can seen for miles. Out there on the flat surface of broken, cracked ground the gates lay closed, the parking lot empty and music filling the void of silence. The rides move to their scheduled take off and return with no hand to guide. Like a well tuned clock the park ticks along by itself. Wandering, waiting, stirring, hunting. It comes from nothing and leaves with everything. If you ever find your self in the middle of lost land in the dead of night seeing lights cascade from the dark. Hold fast. If you hear the music beckoning you, the energy and adrenaline from the spinning tops and high flying coaster, breathe deep. Once entered, there is only one way to leave. And that is with it.
The theme park, the carnival of the void.
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