in the whispering winds around the ancient carousels, stories of those who would turn one's back on their deepest fears circulate with the haunting air; their predispositional narratives spun into the night, urging us to begin again, but beware, for hidden within this message, i seek to twist the charm and reveal secrets to make you wary. tell me something you shouldn’t, a detail most dark or a twisted fact, for the spirits never rest, and neither should the curiosity that dares to unravel what should remain hidden.