A heavy black card, embossed in silver. 'You are cordially invited to Le Cirque des Rêves. Opens at nightfall, closes at dawn.'
You've tasted the fruits of boldness.
A perfect snow-crystal, encased in magnifying glass to reveal its intricacies.
Parting, or homecoming, perhaps. Beauty already fading, or love remembered. If you experience such moments 12 times, you may be able to make a more lasting sense of sadness.
You found it.
A battered black leather scrapbook, full of articles and letters in any language you can think of, all tied up with a crimson ribbon.