She was in the meadow again. But now it was night. A full moon reflected silver on the tall grass.

The taste of chocolate lingered in her mouth, a dim reminder of a faraway place she’d left, or so it seemed, long, long ago.

In front of her was the Jester’s tent, its candy-striped sides billowing in the breeze. As she stepped closer, a cloud passed over the moon, shrouding the tent in darkness.

Holding her breath, she parted the tent flaps and looked inside, ready to meet the Jester once more—

A fiery white glow blinded her eyes. It was as if she were staring into the center of a midnight sun.