It was only just beginning to be evening when I got to City Promenade, and every step made my body wobble in a quite distracting fashion as I endeavored to show my new self.

Of course in my current state it was hard to recognize me for me—though anyone that knew me must see the resemblances or the signature of my art.

Nobody knew me that well, really.

Actually, being that this was the city promenade, many didn’t realize I was a real person at all—I was just a walking balloon, which was only mildly unusual.

Of course, once we got to Carnival Square it’d be different.