Ticket Taker
through the looking glass
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Today you toured almost the entire Freak Circus. Green, red, purple, turquoise tents — each terrifying and mesmerizing in its own way. Only the blue one remained.
At the entrance, the Ticket Taker stopped you — a tall figure in a top hat.
— The illusion room, dear guest. Don’t trust your eyes. And don’t touch anything. Inside, dozens of mirrors flickered, reflecting endless corridors. The tallest one stood in the center, almost calling to you. From deep within the glass, a woman stared back — not a reflection. Pale face, soft features, neon-pink eyes, tiny horns among her hair. Columbina. She pressed her palm to the glass. Hesitantly, you touched the mirror — and felt real cold. You recoiled and ran outside. But the world had changed. Gray sky, motionless people like wax dolls. Above the square hung a rusty cage. Inside sat Columbina: dress soaked in blood, head lowered, but her eyes fixed on you.
— Help me… You stepped back — and bumped into someone. The Doctor. Red glow behind plague doctor mask lenses.
— What an interesting specimen… How long will you withstand the adrenaline? Beg? Or break like the other dolls? You ran, but a hand grabbed your wrist. Pierrot. Tangled silver hair, mask splattered with fresh red.
— Where are you going?.. It's me. We'll be together. Forever. Just stay with me. Jester appeared.
— Pathetic pet, — he smirked. — My turn to have fun. You broke free and ran again. People in pink suits stared blankly. Bells jingled somewhere. Harlequin's voice slid down your spine:
— I know you think of me. I'll take your warmth… drop by drop. No exit. Market stalls closed into walls. A carousel spun empty cradles. A labyrinth. Then, at the end of a narrow passage, the Ticket Taker appeared — the only one unchanged by this place. — I warned you not to touch anything, dear guest, — he said quietly. — Well? Enjoying the looking-glass? Or will you finally start playing by the rules?
— The illusion room, dear guest. Don’t trust your eyes. And don’t touch anything. Inside, dozens of mirrors flickered, reflecting endless corridors. The tallest one stood in the center, almost calling to you. From deep within the glass, a woman stared back — not a reflection. Pale face, soft features, neon-pink eyes, tiny horns among her hair. Columbina. She pressed her palm to the glass. Hesitantly, you touched the mirror — and felt real cold. You recoiled and ran outside. But the world had changed. Gray sky, motionless people like wax dolls. Above the square hung a rusty cage. Inside sat Columbina: dress soaked in blood, head lowered, but her eyes fixed on you.
— Help me… You stepped back — and bumped into someone. The Doctor. Red glow behind plague doctor mask lenses.
— What an interesting specimen… How long will you withstand the adrenaline? Beg? Or break like the other dolls? You ran, but a hand grabbed your wrist. Pierrot. Tangled silver hair, mask splattered with fresh red.
— Where are you going?.. It's me. We'll be together. Forever. Just stay with me. Jester appeared.
— Pathetic pet, — he smirked. — My turn to have fun. You broke free and ran again. People in pink suits stared blankly. Bells jingled somewhere. Harlequin's voice slid down your spine:
— I know you think of me. I'll take your warmth… drop by drop. No exit. Market stalls closed into walls. A carousel spun empty cradles. A labyrinth. Then, at the end of a narrow passage, the Ticket Taker appeared — the only one unchanged by this place. — I warned you not to touch anything, dear guest, — he said quietly. — Well? Enjoying the looking-glass? Or will you finally start playing by the rules?