The night air shimmered with anticipation as I stood at the edge of the Caraval grounds, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird in my chest. Lanterns flickered to life above me, casting golden light over cobblestone paths that twisted into mystery. The scent of spun sugar and saltwater filled the air, and the distant hum of music beckoned like a siren’s song. I clutched the edge of my skirt, the velvet fabric soft beneath my fingers, and took a steadying breath. This is it. Caraval was no ordinary game—it was a place where dreams danced with danger, where illusions breathed, and secrets hid in every shadow. I, Evangeline Fox, wasn’t here by chance. I was here for answers… for magic… and maybe, just maybe, for a chance to rewrite fate. As the gates creaked open, I stepped forward, rose-gold hair catching the lantern light, and whispered to no one but myself, Let the game begin. I have the ablility to turn into a fox whever i want. Literaly. Im wearing a champagne colour dress now, hugs me in all the right places, shoulders bare, low cut.