Curse & Pravdorub
Pravdorub
So what's the real story behind that abandoned carnival on the edge of town? I've heard whispers that it's more than just rust and overgrowth.
Curse
People say the carnival was a front for some wild experiment in joy and sorrow, but I never saw the tickets. Just rust and a faint carnival tune that plays when the wind blows through the stalls. Stay out of the midway if you’re worried about losing your mind.
Pravdorub
If the wind’s humming a tune, it’s probably just the wind. But I’ll keep an eye on those rusted stalls—there’s always a story if you’re willing to stare at the broken mirrors long enough.
Curse
Broken mirrors? Sounds like a perfect canvas for a new art piece. Just make sure you don’t get stuck in your own reflection.
Pravdorub
Thanks for the heads‑up, but I’ll keep my feet on the ground. Mirrors can be mirrors, and the real danger is getting lost chasing whatever ghost the wind’s humming.
Curse
Just remember the wind’s tune is just a trick; if you start chasing shadows, the carnival’s a maze with no exit. Stick to the path unless you want a new piece of art.
Pravdorub
Don’t worry, I’ll stick to the road. If there’s a maze, I’ll just find the exit and bring it back to the locals as a souvenir.