The amusement park had started to empty, its pathways littered with discarded tickets and the remnants of joyous memories from earlier in the day. Most of the rides stood still, their lives seemingly sucked out, leaving them as mere towering, metallic skeletons against the backdrop of the starry night. Yet, amidst this desolate landscape, the Ferris wheel continued its rotation, its twinkling lights acting as a beacon for those still seeking a final dose of amusement.
Silas's eyes were drawn to it like a moth to a flame, the sobs racking his frame gradually transitioning into whimpers of longing. "Momma, look," he whispered, pointing to the glowing giant wheel, "it's still moving. Can we please, please go?"
Meirah hesitated, torn. Lucian's stern warning echoed in her mind - the park was
