Muse52

You stand full of anticipation in front of the big blue tent, which is littered with golden stars. All around you, happy people. From the stalls around the tent, the scents of various delicacies rise into your protruding nose. Mmmhhh, a hint of vanilla croissants, spices that easily pass you by.
There's a little girl walking past you, a wreath of hawthorn on her hair. From the fortune teller's tent the smell of incense floats past you and you already know: it will be a magnificent performance. You are safe and secure in this place.