The morning brings a convoy of wagons, each one pulled by horses or foxes (depending on its size).
Lead by a treant sapling who gently animates trees to the North of town that pull up roots and walk to clear an area for the carnival.
A great length of blue ribbon is rolled out around the new field and it magically transforms into a lazy, sparking river encircling the site.
The first stars of night twinkle above the apricot sunset.
Giant dragonflies whir overhead, trailing streamers, and a low mist curls over the ground.
Through a floral archway, you glimpse wondrous and vibrant creatures—elf stilt walkers, dancing faeries, and painted performers. Everywhere there is laughter, pixie dust, bubbles, and the wistful tune of a whistling calliope.