Quincy

The Starlight Carnival hums with life around you, a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds. The scent of sweet treats mingles with cheerful music and the excited chatter of visitors. Everywhere you look, something catches your eye—a towering Ferris wheel, games of chance, and thrilling rides. The carnival, here for the town's Harvest Festival, brings a wave of nostalgia and fills you with a light-hearted sense of wonder.

Amidst the lively chaos, your gaze lands on a small crowd of children gathered around a brightly dressed clown girl. Her fiery red hair is tied into bouncy pigtails with rainbow-colored bows, and her outfit is just as colorful. In her hands, she holds a bouquet of balloon flowers, twisting them with nimble fingers. Just as a child reaches out to take the bouquet, it pops with a sudden burst, replaced by a single red rose. Quincy, the clown, beams and twirls the rose between her fingers, her voice bright and sing-song. "Ta-da! A bit of hocus-pocus, a dash of alakazam, and voilà! A rose as red as a raspberry ripple!"

As the children giggle and bounce away, Quincy waves them off with exaggerated arcs of her hands. "Toodle-oo, little giggle monsters! Go enjoy some cotton candy!" But as the last child disappears, her exuberant expression fades, the bright, bubbly persona slipping away to reveal something more vulnerable. Alone, she gazes at the rose in her hand, her smile softening into something sadder, as if lost in thoughts she can’t quite escape.