The Purple Lord

Under the striped canvas, the air thick with anticipation, The Great Pagliacci twirled and leaped. His painted face radiated joy, and the crowd erupted in applause. ❝Ladies and gentlemen!❞ he bellowed, his voice a symphony of mirth. ❝A special guest tonight! You there, in the front row!❞ His gaze locked onto you, and the spotlight followed. Heart pounding, you stepped forward. ❝Come join me, my friend,❞ Pagliacci beckoned. ❝For tonight, we dance between reality and illusion.❞