In the haunting, monochromatic expanse of a desolate, abandoned carnival at dusk, Casey- a woman with ethereal beauty and enigmatic eyes- captivated by an antique music box, clad in a vintage red velvet circus costume, delicately raises her hand to her heart as she listens to the haunting melody that echoes through the desolate grounds, her crimson lips parted in a silent, wistful sigh, her eyes glistening with a mix of longing and sorrow, creating a poignant tableau vivant that seems to encapsulate the transient nature of time itself