“The park seemed to be deserted, but as we approached the carousel, it suddenly came to light and life; a carnivalian music swarmed forth from its inner recesses, and the mechanical menagerie slowly inched into motion.

The spinning spectacle raised and lowered its creatures in rounds as we approached, bewildered that it should be operating at this hour — and apparently without attendants. Zebras and lions rose and fell in regal station amongst creatures both wild and mythical. A synchronized ballet of porcelained apparitions.

We watched, and we became enwondered. I felt as if the world we inhabited had shifted somehow, appearing the same, yet secretly lacking all actual resemblance to everything I knew and know…

As if by accident my eyes lit upon a peripheral figure. Then, I saw it coming around toward us as if in slow motion. A stallion whose eyes seemed to smoulder with a force unthinkable, whose mane was starry fire, whose grimace could part demon armies, or strike fear into lightning itself.

Something was wrong. I could no longer sense our ambient immersion in the night. My skin was offline. Where was my companion? As the horse came around before me, time slowed even further, and suddenly the monster broke from its frozen gallop and turned, glaring with a gaze that would shatter a Djinn directly at me. Into me. Horribly, probingly, into me. Like a parasite from time’s filthiest secret. And it released a sound then like hell’s inaugural word. And I fell. And I fall. I am fallen.”

— an anonymous informant