Without any prior notice, the circus arrives. There are no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers, no notices on downtown posts and billboards, or announcements that follow. It is there now, not as it was yesterday. No golds or crimsons can be seen, just white and black stripes on the towering tents. Except for the nearby trees and the nearby fields 'grass, there is no color at all. In a colorless world, there are black and white stripes on the gray sky, countless tents of various sizes and shapes, and elaborate wrought-iron fences encircling them. What little is visible from the outside is either black or white, painted or powdered, or otherwise rendered circus-like.
However, it is not for business. Not yet, either. Everyone in the neighborhood is soon aware of it. By afternoon, several towns had been covered by the news. Word of mouth advertising is more successful than typeset text and exclamation points on printed advertisements or posters. The sudden appearance of a mysterious circus is impressive and unusual news. The tallest tents 'staggering heights are admirable. No one can adequately describe the clock that sits just inside the gates. And the white sign that reads, "Opens at Nightfall Closes at Dawn" on the gate that hangs next to the entrance reads, "What kind of circus is only open at night?" people ask.
No one has a good response, but as dusk draws near, a sizable crowd of people are gathered outside the gates. You are, of course, a part of them. You were enthralled by your curiosity, which is not how it works. You watch the circus that only begins once the sun sets as you wait in the dim light while your neck is pulled up against the chilly evening breeze. The ticket booth behind the gates is blocked and clearly visible. The only time the tents swell gently in the wind is when they are still standing. If a piece of art can even be called a clock, the clock that ticks by the passing minutes is the only thing in the circus. The circus looked cold and empty. However, you might be able to detect caramel sprinkling beneath the crisp autumnal scent in the evening breeze.
A sour sweetness to the cold's edges. Beyond the horizon, the sun completely disappears, and the rest of the light shifts from dusk to twilight. People around you are becoming drowsy from the task of preparing for the evening, and there are a sea of squirming feet murmuring about giving up. When it occurs, you are debating leaving. A popping sound occurs first. The conversation and the wind are barely audible.
a soft gurgling indicating that a tea kettle is about to come to a boil. Then, the light appears. As if the circus were completely covered in bright fireflies, small lights start to flicker throughout the tents. The waiting crowd quiets down as this illumination display is viewed. Someone yucks in your face, I hear you saying that. A young child smiles when he notices the sight. When all the tents are blazing and glittering against the night sky, the sign appears. As they are hidden in curls of iron, more firefly-like lights are projected onto the tops of the gates.
Some of them are followed by a shower of glowing white sparks and a little smoke as they brighten. The people who are closest to the gates step back. It initially appears to be a random pattern of lights. However, as more of them start to appear, it becomes obvious that they are written in scripted letters. A C is distinguishable first, followed by more letters. Several e's, an oddly, and a q. This elaborate incandescent sign is finally readible when the final bulb ignites and the smoke and sparks dissipate. You can see that it reads: "Lean to your left to get a better view".
Le Cirque des Rêves
Some people in the crowd frown and question their neighbors, while others frown knowingly and look intently at them. A youngster asks for the mother's sleeve when she sees it and tugs on it. The response is "The Circus of Dreams." The girl exuberantly smiles. The iron gates then stutter and unlock, apparently on their own volition. They open the audience by swinging outward. The circus is now operational. You may now enter.
Le Cirque des Rêves 'entire structure is made up of circles. It could be attributed to the Greek word "circus," which means circle or ring, and was created as a result. Although it is not a traditional circus, there are many instances where the circus has no historical resonance. This circus contains clusters of tents like pyramids, some large and some very small, rather than just a single tent with rings inside. They are set within a circular fence and are encircled by circular paths. continuous and looping.
A dreamer only finds his way through the moonlight, and the result is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. OSCAR WILDE, 1888