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A portrait of our dear Poppet...

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"Carpe Diem" is a very good motto to live by. Or rather, "Carpe Noctem", as it were...

(Do you know the name of the scribe? Please tell me so I can properly thank them...)

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A truly stunning gown for Mlle Illusioniste, which glitters as if it's made of the very stars above...

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the circus of dreams has rolled into tumblr!

hello bailey! hello tsukiko! and hello to every other circus patron!

i love you all!

And we all love you back!

~ Mme. Civetta 🖤🤍❤️

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The tents always send a frisson of excitement through my bones. Is it the same for you? Even when the Circus hasn't yet opened it's gates for the night (or even set them up, as the case may be), the anticipation is delicious.

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Sometimes it can be fun to blend in with the strikingly striped tents...

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The Crystal Ball tent can be disorienting, but if you can focus closely enough, many secrets can be revealed...

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Some of Widget's memory bottles house...curious things.

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The Silent Symphony gown is quite the feat from Atelier Padva - if you brush your hand across the shimmering fabric, the notes sound in your mind, threading your thoughts with snippets of the most beautiful, intricate music.

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A lovely treat - take a bite, and melodies bloom inside your mind of their own volition. Take another, and the song changes. More curious still - if two people share a treat, their songs are not the same, but the melodies will compliment each other (if they can remember them and carry a tune...)

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Remnants of the previous night's festivities are always visible the next morning...

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Amongst the tents and pathways, there are sometimes even smaller structures, glowing with warmth and light. There seems to be signs of life emanating from the little houses - laughter and music, joyous voices and scents of delicious foods. But any time you try to peer inside the windows, or listen closer, the sounds seem to fade...but they return the moment you look away. Curious...

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I wonder if the circus will come to town again this winter 🤔😊

As a matter of fact...it just might have set up a few tents quite recently.

...more to come!

~ C.

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At the stroke of midnight, you notice something strange has appeared on the horizon - almost invisible amongst the fading fireworks, a glow in the distance. You venture out into the chill, crisp air of a new year with a pack of your friends, all bubbly with excitement and champagne-flavored kisses. As you wind your way down the street, you finally come across a field that you're all sure wasn't there earlier in the day. And as your warm breath mists the night air, you see the source of the light that is bright as anything and yet somehow doesn't drown out the sparkle of the ice-chip stars overhead - a lit ticket booth, with a smiling attendant sitting inside it, dressed in a bold black-and-white uniform. As you realize what the tickets must be for, you return the ticket-seller's smile -

The Circus must be back in town!

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Have you ever sampled a Ghost Apple? They are rife around the Circus in the autumn, even if they don’t normally grow wherever the Circus has set up camp. Nobody can ever agree what they taste like, if they can remember what the flavor is at all. But one thing everyone who tries them can agree on is that they taste of a cherished memory, and are utterly delicious.

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Occasionally, you might find delicious treats in curious places. For instance, these charming mushrooms seem to be growing upon a tree that sits near the edge of the path. But if you look closely, there is a tiny hand-written tag that identifies them as yet another Night Circus confectionery.

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Sometimes there are stories, or letters, or maps written on the last autumn leaves as they fall...