The fairground lies abandoned at the cliff’s edge, its rusted carousel horses frozen mid-gallop. Sea-mist curls through splintered booths, carrying the scent of salt and rot. Each gust rattles the skeletal ferris wheel, and though the power’s been cut for decades, one bulb still flickers.
The fairground lies abandoned at the cliff’s edge, its rusted carousel horses frozen mid-gallop. Sea-mist curls through splintered booths, carrying the scent of salt and rot. Each gust rattles the skeletal ferris wheel, and though the power’s been cut for decades, one bulb still flickers.