It was surprisingly cool inside the tent. The air stank with the smell of incense, burning his nose with the sharp pungent twang of frankincense and myrrh intertwining with the cooling breath of white sage. The only light came from red candles scattered around the floor and crystals that hung from the ceiling. The boy couldn’t tell if the crystals were reflecting the light from the candles or glowing itself. The sounds of the carnival and children’s laughter faded with each step into the tent the boy took.