Wasahmbo was a Doomling who lived a quiet life in the sleepy Mokoko Village on Nightflower Island. By day, he cared for the village’s Living Library—a wondrous tangle of roots, leaves, and stories. At night, he enjoyed spending his evenings alone on long walks through the island's ancient forests.⁠

Late one evening, though, on one of his longer walks through the island's woods, Wasahmbo heard something strange... music. Faint and twinkling, drifting through the trees like a forgotten lullaby.⁠

He had heard the stories—the rumors—of Doomlings hearing music from within these woods. But he didn’t believe in such tales, and curiosity always got the better of him. So Wasahmbo followed the haunting song deeper into the forest…

The melody led him all the way to a clearing. There, Wasahmbo stopped short, stunned by the most wondrous sight he’d ever witnessed: a circus nestled among ancient, towering trees, aglow with impossible colors. Flashing lights pulsed like distant stars, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the mossy ground. The air shimmered with the scents of caramel and vanilla.

For a long moment, Wasahmbo could only stare in awe. He knew what this circus was—and he knew, too, that he should have turned back the moment he saw it. Yet, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he stayed.

And when the curtains before him suddenly opened -- beckoning him...

Wasahmbo stepped inside.

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The next day in Mokoko Village, Wasahmbo never showed up for his shift at the Living Library. His friends assumed that, though it was unlike him, perhaps he had simply overslept. But when they went to his hut to wake him, Wasahmbo was nowhere to be found.

They knew Wasahmbo enjoyed his nightly strolls through the forest, so they gathered the Doomlings of Mokoko Village and went out searching for him.

Knowing he often took nightly strolls through the forest, the Doomlings of Mokoko gathered a search party. To their relief, they quickly picked up his scent along a trail he regularly frequented. They followed it to a clearing. But once they got there, his scent suddenly disappeared...

There was no sign of him—in fact, there was no sign of anything at all. Just an empty clearing in the woods.

It was as if, somehow, Wasahmbo had vanished into thin air.

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Wasahmbo's mysterious disappearance eventually became a kind of legend within Mokoko Village. Most believe Wasahmbo simply took a ship out of the port of Castle Glass that night and traveled somewhere else on Enderas. Only a few believe Wasahmbo was taken by the circus rumored to haunt Nightflower Island...

Because this circus isn’t real. It’s just a story. A children’s tale...

But in recent months, there have been more and more Doomlings who have claimed that the circus also appeared to them... and they claim not just to have seen it, but Wasahmbo himself. 

They say he’s not only there—spinning, leaping, laughing—but that he’s actively trying to get them to come inside. To come see the most spectacular show on the planet.

The show he promises, “You’ll never want to leave…"

"Come now… you’re just one step away from the most wondrous show on all of Enderas. Inside the tent? Oh, there’s magic, precious Doomling. Velvet curtains that breathe. Acrobats that float without strings. Candies that sing as they melt on your tongue. There’s laughter—real laughter—and colors you’ve never dreamed of.⁠
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No more catastrophes. No more worries.⁠
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Just lights.⁠
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Just the show.⁠
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Step inside and become part of the magic... forever."  

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