The town of Port Glush had stood still for many months, until one cloudy evening the colourful carts appeared in the market square. Silently, as if under the cover of magic, tents were set up. Above the entrance to the largest one, ribbons flew with the inscription: "Phoenix Circus - today only!". The residents, tired of their daily routine, hesitated for a long time before leaving their homes. In front of the blue and black tent, however, a bunch of people with all sorts of motivations had gathered. Among them were Lena, who has been dreaming of escaping the city for years, her brother Nikolai - sceptical and cautious, and their mutual friend Igor, passionate about everything unusual. The entrance resembled the mouth of a dragon, from which an artificial fog was gushing. For a while, neither of them dared to go through the narrow tunnel, until Lena, as if mesmerised, entered first. The illuminated interior stunned them with a riot of colours, bubbles floating in the air and quiet music played by a slender acrobat standing on stilts. As they waited for the first show to begin, they looked around at the crowd. The audience was strange - some spectators had hair the colour of crimson, others were laughing incessantly, lighting up their faces with bizarre tattoos glowing in ultraviolet. A woman in a silvery mask appeared in the middle of the arena. She stood still and silenced the audience with a movement of her hand. "People of Port Gulch," she spoke, "tonight you are in for a show unlike any other. Open your minds and.... stay close to those you trust." The spotlights flickered. An illusionist appeared and, without a word, began to conjure clouds of light from the empty air. Igor noticed that some of these lights were arranged in symbols he had already seen somewhere. Nikolai squeezed his sister's shoulder. Lena felt a strange chill on the back of her neck. Suddenly, something trembled slightly under their feet. The arena slowly began to turn, revealing a new passage through which another, smaller tent shrouded in steam was visible. There was quiet laughter and the smell of cinnamon coming from the darkness. The audience began to divide - some followed the lights, others stayed by the main arena. Lena looked at the guys. "We need to get in there. Something out there ... is calling us." Nikolai hesitated, but Igor had already moved into the tunnel. Lena followed right behind him, and Nikolai had no choice but to join in. As they crossed the curtain of the second tent, the lights dimmed. They heard a strange whispering coming from all sides at once. In front of them slowly emerged the silhouette of a figure in a cloak trimmed with feathers. In his hand shone an object that none of them had ever seen before, but from which they could not take their eyes away....