By the end of the twentieth century, it seemed to many as though there was nothing that an acrobat could do with their body which had never been done before.
Claudia changed all that: during one particularly spirited performance, she leapt from her trapeze into the pupils of her audiences' eyes, down into the depths of their visual cortices, and landed to loud, sincere applause.
“Wow! How about that, folks?” The ringmaster boomed. “Is she still on this stage, or is she just inside our heads? Can you let us know which it is, dear Claudia?”
“Oh my,” she covered her mouth with one glitter-coated hand. “Do I really have to choose?”
The crowd may have laughed, but the question went unanswered. Many of them continued to dream about her for months.
Any trick can be understood if watched closely enough.