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.
A moment of warmth with a man in a red scarf.
Is it not the highest virtue?
Something melancholy, here.