That’s the good stuff. Going round and round, like a horse on a carousel. Ars￨ne 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’. Ars￨ne takes it, noting a child has turned himself into a flamethrower. He slinks off the pony and saunters towards the stall. He wishes he had the Master Card, but he manually assigns orders to the automatons. He pops his lollipop. “I’d say watch out for cavities, kiddo. But word of advice, eruption should stay off the agenda too.” The kid asks for his money. Ars￨ne smirks, “My money.” He spots a VIP Pass and takes it. Normally, VIP passes are for those with refined tastes, but this customer didn’t use theirs. Something’s off. Ars￨ne returns to the stall. “Are you aware that as a VIP park-goer, you’re entitled to a discount?”