I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

They seek each other out, these people of such specific like mind. They tell of how they found the circus, how those first few steps were like magic.

Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.

You’re not destined or chosen, I wish I could tell you that you were if that would make it easier, but it’s not true. You’re in the right place at the right time, and you...