From the End of the World

          By this time tomorrow night, dusk would be settling on one more crossroads where the Carnival would set up magically, where they entered another world entirely.  Life was suspended, and they became someone, or something else for the time that the lights burned like will-o-the-wisps.  

The rides would turn and wheel, the game hawkers would whip out insults and truth like braided copper.  People would change irrevocably before the night was through.  It would change everything.