Fantazar is a bright little port on the seam of the map — where honest water meets Fairy Land, and the ship-bells argue all day about which world rang first.
It is a city of quays and ledgers and sudden sparkle. Crates come in. Stories leak out. Some cargo is spice. Some cargo is trouble with juice on its chin. The sensible folk stamp their papers. The tide does not read.
Fantazar is a new musical: a gateway city, a laughing harbor, and a place that cannot quite decide whether wonder is welcome to stay the night.
