Grinwell

He remembers laughter — though it was never his own.

Stitched from an old cardigan and children's pajamas, he was once part of a small traveling circus, now forgotten. They called him "the Gentle Clown," though the audience never clapped. Now he performs only for the dust, bowing politely to shadows. If you listen closely, you can hear him whisper, _"Was that funny?"_