You continue down the midway.

Ahead, an entire wall is plastered with old carnival advertisements. The bottom layers are yellowed and peeling, their performers nearly lost beneath decades of dirt and decay.

But the posters on top are different.
Still vintage. Just... newer.

THE DOG BOY.
THE STRONGEST MAN ALIVE.
THE HUMAN ODDITY.

Faces stare out from every one, and you can't shake the feeling that these posters weren't put up nearly as long ago as they should have been.