Marcellus, the magic turkey, was found in a secret storage unit in St. Petersburg, where he had been left for at least fifty years.
Half a century in the dark is a lot of time to listen. He has heard storage-unit confessions, footsteps that came back and footsteps that didn't, locks turning at strange hours. He has been entrusted with more secrets than he can count — and being a turkey, of course, he has kept every one of them.
Each secret he hears becomes a petal. The flowers you see on him are the secrets he has already kept, blooming where they were entrusted.
Now he lives at Tiger Dust, and he is ready for new ones. Write yours on a slip of paper, leave it in the bowl at his feet, and take a free button on your way out. The secrets will be burned. Marcellus prefers it that way — and the more you tell him, the more beautiful he becomes.
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His eye, kept open through five decades.
Leave your secret. Buttons in the bowl, paper in front.
Fear is boring, says Marcellus.