I stared down at the flock of tiny peppermint-shaped tents. They littered the crust with an amalgam of burning reds, alloy-silvers, and birthstone blues that decorated the conical roofs. As I descended towards the mysterious ‘carnival’, civilisation dived into the horizon that lay behind me, with tall abominations of steel and concrete scraping past.
The shards of emerald green grass pierced my fur, as the charismatic garden of joy exploited its multichromatic charm, with a curious glow. I was hit by a gust of aroma – I felt a strange tingle in my mouth, and a frothing wave of saliva materialised in my mouth, along with an explosion of colourful flavours – zesty lemons, astringent lentils, dulcet caramel and piquant curries setting my mouth ablaze – A truly ambrosial experience.
Daylight became an archaic memory as this heaven of happiness strangled me in its inescapable grip. The infinite hues invaded my mind, as I lingered on with an interminable journey, bound to this divine circus for the rest of eternity.