Welcome to the edge of the world. The river had no name... it simply was. A ribbon of black glass slipping between the willows, carrying the secrets of the forest into the deep, velvet night. Ahead, the amber lanterns of the Crimson Moonlight Carnival begin to glow. You will hear the crunch of gravel beneath your feet... you will feel the cool breath of the fog against your skin. And if you look closely into the shadows of the Midway... you might see a smile that stays a little too long... a gaze that never blinks. This is a place for the weary. A place for the seekers. Close your eyes. Let the water carry your thoughts away. The carnival is waiting... and the journey has only just begun.
