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The carnival arrives at twilight when boundaries dissolve... The carnival arrives at twilight, when the boundary between day and night grows thin. Here, beneath striped tents and flickering lights, the rules that govern ordinary life dissolve. Laughter mingles with mystery. The familiar becomes strange. And somewhere between the hall of mirrors and the fortune teller's booth, you forget who you thought you were. Welcome to the threshold. The Carnival Doesn't Knock Unlike the museum or the cathedral, the carnival doesn't ask permission to disrupt your certainty. It simply appears —on the outskirts of town, on the edge of your awareness, exactly when you're ready to question everything you thought was solid. In alchemical terms, this is the stage of conjunction —the sacred meeting point where opposing forces encounter each other without collapsing into sameness. Light meets dark. Order meets chaos. Your waking self meets the dreamer you've bee...
