Under the dim light of a half-moon, an abandoned circus stands in eerie silence. The big top tent, once colorful and lively, now sags with torn fabric and faded stripes, barely holding on against the night breeze. Rusted carnival rides stand frozen in time—the Ferris wheel creaks as its empty seats sway, while the carousel's chipped, weathered horses remain still in mid-gallop. Broken glass litters the ground near the shattered ticket booth. Overgrown weeds snake through the cracked pavement, reclaiming the midway. Tattered banners flutter in the cold wind. In the foreground a woman in creepy clown makeup and tight clown outfit grins maniacally. <lora:Decaying_Dystopia_De-enhancer:0.75>
