Bayfakes Fantopia Updated May 2026

You entered Fantopia through a tunnel lined with mirrors. In most carnivals mirrors elongate or flatten reflections, coaxing out giggles; these mirrors did something small and honest. They smoothed the little lies you told yourself to fit into your reflection. Margo’s face caught her like a word. She was no longer precisely thirty-one in the glass. She looked like thirty-one had been careful with itself—a woman who’d learned not to scuff the edges of things. That small correction prickled her satisfaction.