Some say that the heart of a circus is the Big Top, that huge gathering that acts as the climax of any great travelling show's night. They are wrong. In fact, the Big Top is more of a stomach wherein the semi-tamed performers soak up the captive audience's emotions like they hadn't eaten in years.
They are the kind of creatures that don't kill you, per se, they simply take a moment or two of your time and leave you moments closer to death as a side effect. They don't mean to kill, they never even mean to cause a modicum of emotional distress but it's all a part of their nature to pull as much of a reaction from humanity as possible.
Still, not even the performers are the heart of a circus - they are the blood vessels that carry stolen energy to and from every major organ in the carnival. No, the closest approximation to a heart that circus has would be the hastily built rides and barely safe food stalls.
Those glimpses of death, moments of pure terror or revulsion are the core of it all.
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