Climb into your vehicle of choice - A '57 convertible, a goat drawn chariot, a glistening dirigible, V.W. van or a flying saucer. Shoot your way through the beckoning night. You can't make out much beyond your headlights or flaming eye or whatever it is that's revealing the small, lighted path before you. Whether it's lines in the highway or the tops of buildings, there is much more you can't see than you can. The denizens of the dark, the truth from the fiction, the hidden motivations, the secret places and the beings that turn the wheels from their den in the shadows - from the inside.
It's not happening out in the daylight. It's not happening under the Big Top. It's not happening before your eyes but behind them or beyond them. Ride long enough and you'll see the forgotten and the fragmented. The hiders and the go-seekers. You may find the metaphorical socks and who snitched them from the dryer.
You may find yourself in Undertown..