Little Mirth

Prologue

WELCOME, GUEST.

You may notice the lanterns burn a little warmer here.

You may notice the music remembers you.

Please understand:

Wonderhouse does not take tickets.

It takes what you carry in with you.

If you have laughter, it will echo.

If you have sorrow, it will be gentle with it.

If you have emptiness, it will listen very closely.

Remain aware that performers are not always performing.

Some smiles are stitched for structural reasons.

Some lights are fed by hands that never feel their heat.

By continuing past this page, you agree to witness:

a girl who holds joy but cannot keep it

a boy who cannot feel until it hurts

and a circus that survives on the space between them

The management is not responsible for lingering feelings,

quiet aching, or the sudden desire to protect fictional people.

Stay as long as you like.

The exit will still be here.

Probably.