The carnival was buzzing with life. The music burst out of speakers, bringing joy. But then, everything stopped. Not even the flapping of the tents, pegged around the site, made a sound. The fortune teller was frozen leaning over her crystal ball that was so still, it had stopped glinting in the sun. The popcorn machine stopped whirring, the magician stopped performing. Everything felt lifeless, expect from the dancers. There pose was so animate, that it felt buzzing with excitement. And over the years, as the rest of the carnival was forgotten, the dancers remained, but now part of the world around them.