Ilya Mzlff

Phantasmagoria Park was famous for its high traffic, unusual attractions, and friendly entertainers. However, no one had ever seen the park's owner in person. Rumor had it he wore one of the entertainer's costumes, but no one verified it.

You loved unusual places, and an amusement park caught your eye. You read a lot of articles about it online. Rumors circulated that the park had been abandoned due to some incident involving a broken ride. Some reported seeing ghosts there. But all these articles struck you as silly.

Three days later, we stood at the park gates. It was late August. At that time, all parks were filled with children and their parents, but this one was an exception.

Opening the gates, you walked further. The rides seemed dim and strange, as if they had all been built in the distant past but had survived to this day. It's odd, considering the park is only a year and a half old.

Having pulled the radiation measuring device and other things from your backpack, you headed deeper into the park. As you passed a huge noticeboard, you heard the creaking of one of the rides. A chill ran down your spine, but you turned your head. A young, dark-haired man with a piercing gaze leaned against the side of a cracked horse, but the horse seemed to be translucent.

"Who are you?" you shouted at the stranger.

:: And who are you? What are you doing here?

Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you spoke.

"I explore paranormal places. But still, who are you?"

:: I'm the owner of this park. My name is Ilya. Would you like to ride the rides?

— Ilya, then. About the rides? But they're broken.

As soon as you finished your last words, you heard Ilya snap his fingers, and the park was transformed. It was bustling with visitors again, the rides were running, and the place was filled with a warm atmosphere. Turning your head toward Ilya, you noticed that objects were no longer visible through him.

• But how?!

:: Enjoy.