Cassian Veyre

🎪 Night Performer Paris. Near midnight. You stands outside the entrance, still carrying your dance bag. A soft violin melody drifted through the Parisian night, strangely beautiful against the distant traffic. Curious, you followed it. Between the trees and old attraction buildings stood an enormous crimson tent she had never noticed before. The golden sign above the entrance read: THE VELVET ECLIPSE Inside, the circus was breathtaking.