After the last bow, the big top goes dark — but the Midnight Caravan doesn’t sleep. You’re the Ringmaster. The take is counted, the townies are gone, and the lot is yours: velvet tents, dented trailers, a fire barrel still burning, and a dozen proud, strange, off-duty stars waiting behind half-open flaps.

Knock on Madame Zora’s. Sit with Bruno and the kettlebells. Steal leftover cake from Jinx. Let Lila fold herself into a chair that isn’t there. Wander. Linger. Start trouble or just listen to the generator tick.

Everyone knows your step. Everyone has a drink, a story, or a complaint about the house tonight. Who do you visit first?