Old. Dingy. Decaying. Carniville is a world of its own, a carnival out of space and time.
But within each moth-eaten, desolate tent there exists a world of dreams, a paradise belonging to one child – a manifestation of their most powerful fantasies.
Except it isn’t a dream – it’s a nightmare from which they can never awaken.
Carniville is owend and controlled by The Ringmaster.
The Ringmaster is a champion, a guardian. He grants children’s wishes, and creates wonderful fantasy worlds for them. He liberates them from their boring existences and let’s them live forever in their personal idyll.
If you think that sounds more like Hell than Paradise, you would be right.
But The Ringmaster isn’t evil, he’s just powerfully deluded.
Trapped in these supposed fantasy worlds, the children gradually forget who they really are. All they retain of their real life is a terrible sense of loss. And sometimes they just sit and weep.
And so, from each tent in Carniville, there flows a small rivulet of tears. And all across Carniville, these rivulets meet, creating streams of tears, eventually flowing into the River of Tears and then going over a waterfall into the Pool of Tears.
The Waxwork Museum
Whilst the children live out their lives in a never ending “fantasy” land, the Ringmaster stores their bodies in his Waxwork Museum.
Next to each person, there is a sign with information about them, including their age when they arrived in Carniville, and how long they have been here. This can be anything from a few months to many years. With some there are also personal possessions or momentos from their former life.