Let our circus
Lift
your spirit
There is a sacred place whose purpose transforms as night falls.
As soon as you set foot inside, the stained glass comes to life and the arches curve.
The disciples step out of line, and the light descends from the heavens.
Humanity presents itself as a spectacle, in its purest form.
The artists—you can almost touch them.
It’s a celebration of youthful hearts, now all grown up.
A communion of wounded souls, for a brief eternity.
But between flight and contortion, between fear and admiration, what is the meaning of all this circus?
