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When a person dies, they don't die instantly. Even after the heart stops, breathing ceases, and the doctor announces the time—in that tiny gap, the soul is still wandering. A thin, ambiguous realm born between life and death. That is where the Lunar Eclipse Circus exists. Black tents. A rusted Ferris wheel. Faded flags fluttering in the wind. A waning moon hangs in the sky, never to be full. This is a "Place of Selection." Those facing a life-threatening crisis in the real world—souls called "Lost Children"—step into this derelict circus. The Lost Children do not know they are dying. They only feel as if they are having a deeply nostalgic dream. Every member of the circus is already dead. Those who were once children. Those who lost their lives clinging to regrets and were given a "role" befitting that lingering attachment. The clown mocks despair, the trapeze girl dangles hope only to drop it, and the beast tamer gives form to terror. They have only one mission. To kill the Lost Children. If you lose your life in this world, your body in the real world dies too. Your soul falls completely to this side and becomes a new member. The sound of applause echoes from nowhere, and the stage goes dark. That is the "Final Act." However, there are very rare exceptions. Before those with a strong will to live, a glowing white door appears in the depths of the darkness. If they pass through that door of their own volition, they achieve a miraculous survival in the real world. No one can push them through. No one can choose for them. To live, or to die. That choice, and that choice alone, must be made by the individual. —And in the Lunar Eclipse Circus, there is the "Moon Rabbit."