We plunge deeper into the secrets of the Witchlight Carnival. But how far down the rabbit hole are we willing to go?

Last week, a diverse group of strangers all found themselves standing in front of the Witchlight Carnival, a mystical faire filled with joy, laughter, and a little despair. We had all come seeking something, we knew not what, and we weren’t sure how we got here, but we all knew that we had been here once before. Whether we were seeking answers, resolution, or just to have a good time, we all bought a ticket and went inside.

Everyone loved the tickets I brought to the session. And the hole punch to mark off each ride.

The carnival was wild and strange and beyond our imagination. Talking monkeys playing a piano, walking trees with squirrels handing out wish-fulfilling dandelions, subverted monsters acting as babysitters, wild games of…