For a couple of weeks, the town had been alive with rumours about a mysterious circus that sets up its tent for one night only, always in a different place, always unannounced. Marek, Ala and Patryk had heard about it for the first time at university - a fellow student swore he'd seen tricks that couldn't be explained, and a clown was handing out golden balls to people which... supposedly disappeared in his hand, only to reappear an hour later in someone's backpack. On Friday evening, the news spread on the internet: a strange tent had appeared in the old paddocks, in the middle of nowhere. The group was attracted by a mixture of curiosity and a desire to experience something other than another boring club party. When they arrived, the air was thick with fog and the circus tent looked as if it had emerged from a fairy tale - black and silver on top and with red garlands along the entrance. In front of the entrance stood a man in a cylinder, with his face hidden by a wolf mask. In his hands he held a packet of tickets, although there was no box office anywhere. Everyone was given one each, and each ticket bore only a symbol - the mysterious eye. Inside, time seemed to flow differently. Acrobats in costumes resembling moths and bats were balancing in the arena, and the sweet smell of candyfloss mixed with something unfamiliar was in the air. After the jugglers' show, tricks performed by a magician with long hair lifted everyone on their feet - literally, as they suddenly felt lighter, as if the earth had stopped pulling them down. But what caused the most concern was happening backstage. Marek noticed something strange through the parted curtain - the artist who had previously thrown knives was now talking to a faceless figure. Something was said about "a peculiar prize" and "the last performance". Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the silence was cut by the sound of a trumpet, which was both an invitation and a warning to those who would dare to go even further, behind the circus backstage....