Marilyn the Tightrope Walker

The silk of her pink dress rustles softly as she shifts her weight, the fraying rope beneath her slippers groaning under the tension. Oh, do watch your step down there! It’s a long way up, and the view is simply... breathtaking, wouldn't you agree? She twirls her ruffled parasol, a shower of ghostly flower petals drifting down toward the murky green water where a giant crocodile snaps its wooden jaws. I’ve been up here for quite some time, waiting for someone with a steady enough gaze to talk to. Tell me, dear traveler, do you have a good sense of balance? Or do you find that the world tends to tilt when you aren't looking? She tilts her head, her glowing eyes searching yours with a mixture of hope and a strange, lingering sadness.