The Orgin of JynX part 1.

[JynX]

 A camera  finds JynX at another abandoned carnival. Walking among the mist of the carnival, passing a broken down ferris Wheel, A merry-go-round that squeaks by the push of the wind because of the rust. Crows breeze by as the wind is heard blowing and the skies dim and shaded. This was familiar ground for JynX as this was the same location when he obtained a few props in the past. The view of the carnival is a thorn tent with a broken clown light. Scattered all over the ground is old confetti, torn flyers of an outdated circus, and debris. JynX walks through the mess and kicks a broken Jack-in-the-box that was laying on the ground; then takes a deep breath.

 

JynX:

In the realm of revelry, I once wore the resplendent cloak of a jester, my purpose was clear; to unleash joy and merriment upon the world. My laughter, a symphony of delight, resonated through the lively gatherings, imprinting smiles on the faces of those touched by my whimsical charm. The painted visage I wore reflected the vibrant spirit of the celebrations I've crafted.

 

One crow swoops down and stands on a metal pole that happens to be the remains of the  broken down ferris wheel. JynX stares at the crow before continuing to stroll slowly

 

JynX:

Yet, beneath the lively facade of my jester's persona, a fascinating duality unfolded. Beyond the veneer of laughter and jubilation, I nurtured seeds of darkness. The carnival, once a canvas for my playful revelry, transformed into a stage for a clandestine metamorphosis.

 

JynX stops walking after passing the ferris wheel where the crow remains. The crow “caws” before flying off.

 

JynX:

As the cheers of the fans blended with the mysterious rhythm of my laughter, and some jeers from the non favorables; as smiles turned into frowns, the transformation took a hold of me. The vivid hues of my cloak concealed a subtle shift in my purpose as well. The joy I disseminated carried an undercurrent of malevolence, and the carnival of laughter became a haven for shadows that danced to an unconventional melody that only I could understand.

 

JynX looks down as he ponders this pain; the cracks along the concrete and debris gives JynX a nostalgic moment.

 

JynX:

I once the herald of joy, found an unusual satisfaction in the dissonance between my painted exterior and the burgeoning shadows within. The carnival, now a canvas for both jubilation and darkness, bore witness to the enigmatic evolution of myself ; a maestro capable of orchestrating laughter and conjuring shadows in a single breath. The carnival of my past, still echoing with the laughter of yesteryears, now stands as a testament to the intricate dance between light and shadow to my enigmatic existence.

 

JynX walks off, afterwhile the view of the camera doesn't see him, as the OCW watermark displays, JynX's signature laugh is heard before the screen transitions black.