The cold will chip at your skin and bones and mind until you are nothing but the cracked shell of a young boy who had a performance at a circus dedicated to him. - This is a vent fic. It is written with the express purpose of coping with & expressing my own feelings, thoughts, and experience through the outside lense of a fictional character. There are mentions of derealization and disassociating. There are mentions of severe neglect, some hints and implications of abuse. Vauge mentions of suicidal thoughts or self harm may be present or picked up by some readers. Read with caution and care. This is not the story to read when you find yourself in certain headspaces.