still on that tightrope (смешанная)

In Fjerda, Ravka, and Shu Han alike, mothers tuck their kids in, kiss their foreheads, and start their goodnight stories with the words: "the Crow Circus always appears out of thin air."
No announcements, no fanfare, no advertisement; just a tidal wave of excited voices spreading across each and every town when, at the dawn of a completely unremarkable day, someone would spot the tents that rose on some field or by some riverbank the night before.
And when the clock strikes midnight; it’s time for magic.