The carousel turns, its surroundings blurring into a wash of undefined contours. Inside, a Shadow rides a Kraken up and down, its tentacles caressing a storm of suppressed thoughts.

“How do I change poles?” asks a Mask, intruding from a wooden ark. Hollow eyes serve as windows to lifeless faces piled within.

“Ask the twins,” Shadow replies, pointing at a Janus Wolf.

“As if they’d stop debating who takes the lead! Did Self jump out?”

“Check the ticket booth,” the Twins interject in unison, heads turning opposite ways. “Who do you think keeps us trapped on this ride?”