“Alice from the Forgotten Fairground” stands before the abandoned carousel, dressed in a little gown that was once snow-white. She once guarded the joy of the last ride, but the lights have faded and the music is gone. Now she watches the empty swings and the creaking wheel, a black cat lingering in the shadows beside her. They say that if you stay long enough, you might hear the whisper of an old melody and see the wheel turn — only for those who still believe in stories that were never finished.