While on the way to The Collector’s Graveyard a man whistled a cheerful tune and approached our camp late at night. He wore dark clothing with colorful robes. He bowed and politely asked to be invited into the camp. This “Whistler” delivered six beautiful scrolls with colorful ribbons. He said they were tickets to the carnival and that the season was ending. He left without another word and without leaving footprints. The scrolls were strong with illusion magic. The tickets said: “One free admission to The Carnival. Cannot be exchanged for monetary value.” The text shimmered and shifted into our native languages. There was text underneath that at the time we could not read. No location or date was given for this carnival.

Carnivals can bring joy, but also mask secrets.