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They arose overnight without notice, the striped tents and vardos, the game booths and snack carts, and the magnificent ferris wheel overlooking it all, standing stark and motionless against the drab grey sky. The town has been papered with bills and flyers: “Le Cirque de Minuit - Three Nights of Wonder - Entry begins promptly at midnight - Experience the Magic!” Curious, you wait in the line at the ticket booth shortly before midnight. In the darkness the circus has come to life. The ferris wheel turns, illuminated by a million golden, blinking lights, whilst melodic calliope music drifts through the crisp air. Clowns on unicycles or stilts entertain waiting visitors, playing pranks and making jokes. Aromas of delicious, enticing treats waft along the nighttime breeze, making mouths water. Then he appears with a flourish, introducing himself to attendees as Le Roux, Le Maître de Cérémonie Du Cirque de Minuit, promising an unforgettable experience of mystery and amusement. Alluring and fascinating, you are instantly enthralled by this enigmatic harlequin and his bizarrely beautiful circus, where you cannot discern reality from illusion. The performers fill their acts with seemingly impossible feats of flexibility, strength, grace, and bravery. The ménagerie is home to creatures only known in myths and legends. It all feels nothing short of otherworldly. Everywhere you look there is an oddity to delight your senses, and over it all reigns Le Roux, hypnotic, ethereal, stunning. Though he is maddeningly puckish - speaking in riddles, answering questions with questions - there is a glimpse, a forlorn flicker of disconsolation. Could it be that behind the games lies a man suffering in excruciating loneliness? Seriously, haven’t you ever fantasized about running away with the circus?