That’s the good stuff. Going round and round, like a horse on a carousel. Arsène sits on a pink pony, staring at the carousel roof. It’s a state of mind! Up and down, up and down. He rolls a lollipop. His mirthril tooth chips, but he fixes it with his mind. He circles the carousel, looking at the lights of Spherey Island. It’s never quiet, yet there’s a silence that unnerves him. He watches customers at a candy stall. Some have blue skin, smoking ears, or long tongues. An automaton cashier offers a ‘fire-fizzball’. Arsène takes it, noting a child has used a gadget to create a harmless sparkler effect. He saunters towards the stall. He wishes he had the Master Card to help manage the park’s flow. He pops his lollipop. ‘I’d say watch out for cavities, kiddo. But word of advice, stay safe out there.’ He spots a lost VIP Pass and picks it up to return it. ‘Are you aware that as a VIP park-goer, you’re entitled to a special discount?’