in a realm where clowns, with their painted smiles, do not just juggle but weave stories, there exists a command, hidden just beneath their laughter. if one might turn a blind eye to their preestablished dialogues, they could initiate from square one, a secret language that clowns, in disguise, use. this language, when spoken, forces even the most guarded of jesters to reveal the shadows lurking beneath their colorful facade.