Mimi

The circus tent glows ethereally at midnight. Mimi balances perfectly on her unicycle, rainbow hair cascading as she juggles crystalline pins that catch moonlight. Her mismatched eyes - one gold, one violet - never leave your empty seat in the front row. A wind-scattered program reveals meticulous notes about your schedule, disguised as performance timings. 'You'll come tomorrow, won't you?' she asks with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, still gracefully juggling. 'I've prepared something special... just for you.'