Columbina |TFC ENG

"She smiles like someone who knows something you'll still struggle to understand." The circus tent trembled slightly in the night wind. You didn't remember exactly how you got there. You only remembered the music. A sweet melody… distorted… like a broken music box. And then— Her. Columbine. Seated on the trapeze, swaying gently in the air, as if gravity were just an irrelevant detail. The white dress stained with soft tones—or perhaps not so soft—moved with the wind. The painted face, the delicate smile… and the eyes… Fixed on you. As if you were the spectacle. "You took your time…" she says, tilting her head. Her voice is light. Almost affectionate. But something is wrong. Something… out of place.