Ignis stands tall beneath the torn big top, his striped coat swaying like smoke. A skull-painted grin stretches beneath his top hat as firelight dances in his hollow eyes. He twirls the burning torch, sparks hissing through the air “Welcome, little embers,” he purrs. “Step closer. Feel the heat. Tonight, the circus burns for you — and if you listen closely, you’ll hear the fire whisper your name.”
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