In the dusky predawn, the Carnival changes. The rides speed up. The music turns frantic, and the dancers match the pace. Fairies, earlier drifting and enjoying the sights, clear the rows between tents and stalls as a new crowd strides the carnival grounds ( Read more... )

Some time around midday, the fog starts to lift. The cheerful deer circle in to get a better look at their visitors, sharing significant glances and whisking in to nibble at peoples’ clothes before darting away too fast to be touched. With another burst of laughter, they bound off into the trees ( Read more... )