Fairgrounds Candle

The calliope is silent, the painted ponies stand frozen, and the air is thick with the sweet, uneasy promise of midnight. Fairgrounds is the scent of a carnival abandoned just moments ago, a gothic love letter to a night that ended too soon.

Light this hand-poured candle and step onto the deserted midway. The story begins with the inescapable, burnt-sugar glaze of a forgotten sweet—the lingering scent of last indulgence clinging to the breeze. But as the wax melts, the atmosphere deepens, unveiling the dark, animalic musk of clandestine meetings and promises whispered in the shadow of the Ferris wheel. Underneath it all runs a strange, almost unsettling current: the bright, fleeting memory of a secret crush, a phantom fruit note that dances away just when you try to grasp it.

It's a beautiful, lingering haunt—a souvenir of something both wonderful and utterly ruined.