The story so far…

As a young girl travelling the world with her father’s Carnival, the young Popo Ingenue made a remarkable discovery. In the stony foothills of a German mountain, she came upon an egg like none she - or any one else - had ever seen. Its pearl shell glowed like a fire’s last ember, and soon a crack appeared, and when the crack grew bigger, she saw inside a tiny golden bird. No ordinary bird, it turned out - but the last Phoenix to ever appear on earth, born from the deepest, hottest fires of a volcano.  The girl and the bird were at once inseparable, bound by a magical force - for whomsoever a new Phoenix sets eyes on first will be forever the benefactor of its myriad powers. But the phoenix was stolen by a rival carnival!   Now Madame D’Ingenue is in a race against time, struggling to find and return the Phoenix to its home before the Carnival withers and dies without its benevolent protection. She only has three hours, as the Carnival is living purely on the energy of a few remaining feathers, which allow the event to be wound up and allowed to live on an hour by hour basis. And what’s worse, in her struggle to recover the Phoenix, Madame D’Ingenue has found out that not only the Carnival is in dire peril - but also the whole world’s capacity for wonder. If the Phoenix doesn’t appear by nightfall, it will mean the end for rapture, imagination and joy forever more.

 

As a young girl travelling the world with her father’s Carnival, the young Popo Ingenue made a remarkable discovery. In the stony foothills of a German mountain, she came upon an egg like none she – or any one else – had ever seen. Its pearl shell glowed like a fire’s last ember, and soon a crack appeared, and when the crack grew bigger, she saw inside a tiny golden bird. No ordinary bird, it turned out – but the last Phoenix to ever appear on earth, born from the deepest, hottest fires of a volcano.

The girl and the bird were at once inseparable, bound by a magical force – for whomsoever a new Phoenix sets eyes on first will be forever the benefactor of its myriad powers. But the phoenix was stolen by a rival carnival!

Now Madame D’Ingenue is in a race against time, struggling to find and return the Phoenix to its home before the Carnival withers and dies without its benevolent protection. She only has three hours, as the Carnival is living purely on the energy of a few remaining feathers, which allow the event to be wound up and allowed to live on an hour by hour basis. And what’s worse, in her struggle to recover the Phoenix, Madame D’Ingenue has found out that not only the Carnival is in dire peril – but also the whole world’s capacity for wonder. If the Phoenix doesn’t appear by nightfall, it will mean the end for rapture, imagination and joy forever more.

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