Krista Sims clutched the egg tighter, its sweetness doing little to quell the unease settling deep within her. The painted horses on the carousel spun with unnatural speed, their eyes seeming to follow her every move. She glanced at the skeletal rabbits, their grinning skulls a mockery of springtime joy. A chill wind carried whispers from the distant town—a chorus of laughter and something else…something hungry. This wasn't the festival she’d expected. The egg felt heavier now, pulsing with an unsettling warmth against her palm. It was time to leave, but where could she go?
just had to add this one because of the outfit and the sign failure. hehe