Satan and Suns

The midnight nightmare carnival unified is incredible. A twisted wonderland of chaos, the monstrous, and grotesque. Blood pours, structures rise from the ground like fleshy pillars around giant, monstrous boney spikes, blood seeping and in ribbons moving through the air. A flesh sculptor goes past with little flesh dolls dancing in time with the flute he plays, their horrific forms giggling like nightmarish children as they pass. Ryn, my ringmaster is beside me. He no longer wears his mask and yet his face seems almost like it has been bathed in some sort of acidic formula , his face whitened and his lips scarlet as if wet from blood. He smiles at me and takes my hand as we walk through the carnival. I take some cotton candy from the all-devouring vender who is merged with her cart, evading her attempt to grab me even as I pluck one of the cotton candies from her flesh. Ryn takes me to the tunnel of love. It is wet with blood and fountains of the blood fall. We got on the boat, and he pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. Woody vines unwind from the surface of the boat and entwine around us, melding us together. I feel like I'm sharing heart and breath with Ryn. Every barrier is gone between us. Blood pours over us from a fountain above just before the boat slides out of the channel and releases us.

Released, we emerged from the boat, whole as we were when we entered. My heart races with the lingering excitement. We walk further into the carnival and pause to watch the solar dance. The darkness calls to me, bending me . I sway with the darkness moving around her light, and something within stretches and awakens. I walk away with Ryn. We watch the clowns perform, their unnaturally long limbs, bending and crackling as they move in impossible angles, their mad smiles and insane giggles filling the air as they twist and contort themselves in a horrific dance. The carousel sits nearby, its beasts having taken twisted, nightmarish shapes of things that don't exist in the mortal world, their mouths gaping open, hungry to by chance feed on one who is bold enough to leap upon their backs. I'm tempted to go play but I walk past it with Ryn. Nor does the coaster tempt me . I eat a candy apple this time as we walk, its candy coating possessing an unusual and addictive taste even though it appears like it has been dipped deeply in a bucket of gore. We walk past the fortune tellers booth, though I catch a hint of the incense and the soft drone of her voice. The shadows move with life and then suddenly he emerges... the cobra serpentine monster of the void. He is not confined within the house of horrors. His eyes glitter at me and Ryn releases me to him so that he can drag me down into a deep dark pit, his pale arms wrapped tightly around me. He entwines with me in the darkness as the madness and dark melody of the carnival whispers to us from above. His mouth occasionally covers mine, feeding me some bloody offering.

It is then that I see that we are not in a plain pit but a circular open room with lavish furnishing around his nest in the deepest hues of purple. It is then I realize that we are connected to the house of horror we are at. We are part of the carnival.... and have become a display ourselves within the horrors and Ryn stands at the other side of the glass window, waiting with a smile on his face as I become one with midnight carnival.